After announcing I had a 102 fever and begging my husband to take our three kids to school, he responded that he was late, way too busy and that, "why don't you keep the kids home today and just have fun with them."
Speechless I watched him walk out the door.
Have you ever been sick and had to take care of children? I'd sooner die. Maybe that was the point. Maybe instead of plotting to try and kill me, my husband would get me to kill myself.
I had to take the kids to school. I put on an ugly hat (so no one would recognize or talk to me), unmatching coat and old stained UGG Boots.
Sadly two of my kids also fell sick and had to come back home with me. Together we spent the day on the couch. Wait. Let me rephrase that...they spent the day on the couch, I spent the day preparing, cooking and serving various foods, beverages, spreading blankets, fluffing pillows, fetching water, fetching ice, changing channels and breaking up ridiculous fights that always ended with me yelling like a two-year-old, "Are you kidding me? I'm the one who is sick!"
No one cared. At one point my eleven year old cocked his head and looked at me like speaking wasn't an option and said, "Moms don't get sick."
Oh...yes. That's right. I forgot. I'm a Mom. I'm not supposed to get sick. I'm just supposed to...die?
So, that's what I did. I laid on the floor and pretended to be dead.
No one noticed...they already ate.
For like 3.2 minutes I laid still on the floor. Relaxed. Happy. Till the phone rang and Daddy said he was coming home.
I wanted to sing. I think I did. It was just a vowel. Like an angel. "Ahhhhhh..."
It was then I went to my bed, curled into a ball and didn't say boo till the following morning.
Then it was back to business: Where are my clothes? What's for breakfast? Why didn't you die?
Speechless I watched him walk out the door.
Have you ever been sick and had to take care of children? I'd sooner die. Maybe that was the point. Maybe instead of plotting to try and kill me, my husband would get me to kill myself.
I had to take the kids to school. I put on an ugly hat (so no one would recognize or talk to me), unmatching coat and old stained UGG Boots.
Sadly two of my kids also fell sick and had to come back home with me. Together we spent the day on the couch. Wait. Let me rephrase that...they spent the day on the couch, I spent the day preparing, cooking and serving various foods, beverages, spreading blankets, fluffing pillows, fetching water, fetching ice, changing channels and breaking up ridiculous fights that always ended with me yelling like a two-year-old, "Are you kidding me? I'm the one who is sick!"
No one cared. At one point my eleven year old cocked his head and looked at me like speaking wasn't an option and said, "Moms don't get sick."
Oh...yes. That's right. I forgot. I'm a Mom. I'm not supposed to get sick. I'm just supposed to...die?
So, that's what I did. I laid on the floor and pretended to be dead.
No one noticed...they already ate.
For like 3.2 minutes I laid still on the floor. Relaxed. Happy. Till the phone rang and Daddy said he was coming home.
I wanted to sing. I think I did. It was just a vowel. Like an angel. "Ahhhhhh..."
It was then I went to my bed, curled into a ball and didn't say boo till the following morning.
Then it was back to business: Where are my clothes? What's for breakfast? Why didn't you die?
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