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Mom’s Don’t Get Sick Days

I woke up this morning with my body aching.  My head was pounding.  My eyes hurt.  My sinuses completely stuffed and sore.  I was sick. 

Mom cannot be sick.

What I wanted to do was crawl right back into bed and forget the world until I felt better.  However, that is not what happened.  The only reason I even work up when I did (6:43 am) was to view my six-year-olds poop that he very proudly wanted to show me immediately.  Thankfully it was in the toilet. 

By the time I got through that ordeal, two more children were awake.  Breakfast was being demanded.  Help getting dressed.  Referee needed for a fight over the TV remote.  Ugh.  I just wanted to go back to bed. 

My throat was now scratchy and the ache in my head was getting impossible to ignore.  I painfully took an Advil and started to make coffee.  Maybe today to go a little easier.  My husband was already gone for the day.  Two children had activities by 10 am.  My oldest had football at noon. 

Bedtime would have to wait.

A bit of coffee and had a 13 minute shower that included three door knocks to see where I was, one ride on toy driven through the bathroom and left abandoned-with the door wide open, a cat playing with the shower curtain, and two immediate demands for the toilet, one which concluded with a flush despite my 5 reminders not to-which resulted in a scalding 43 seconds that had me hugging the edge of the shower wishing it was 8pm.

I threw on jeans a sweater, my hair in the classiest messy bun with the minimal amount of makeup to look alive. I wrote out chores for the older three children and wrote out my to do list for the day and my grocery/meal plan for the week.  I then got to drive two older kiddos to activities and then got to hit one grocery store-while feeling like I may fall asleep in the produce section if I didn’t hurry up.

Hometime, unloaded groceries, put them all away, cleaned up the shoe rack, disinfected the kitchen so that this ends with me and got the three babies ready to go pick up an older sibling as my oldest was leaving the same time as me and I am pretty sure the babies cannot take care of themselves just yet. 

Redo of Advil on my way to dance to get my daughter.  While in the parking lot at the studio, I listened to a Tinkerbell movie while I sat back with my eyes closed and sunglasses on hoping for either a reprieve from motherhood, two hours of uninterrupted sleep, or to be medicated to a point where I can no longer hear my heartbeat in my head.  I then had a lovely 4-minute sneezing fit and finished an entire travel pkg of Kleenex.  Is it 8pm yet?!

moms cannot afford to be sick

My daughter finally gets in just as the fairies were about the cross the forbidden border, and we go home where I make lunch, serve, tidied the kitchen from lunch,  coughed until I almost got sick, and then went to pick up my husband. 

We return home where I quickly put a load of dishes in the dishwasher, dug out a decongestant from the cupboard, broke up a fight over a pirate ship and then took the youngest baby with me to finish groceries and fill my van with gas.  This was an almost two-hour adventure full of sneezing, aches and the return of my headache this time dulling the back of my brain.

We got home and had a little outside fun time where I evaluated how bad the spring cleanup is going to be.  It makes my head hurt even more.  There’s a full day of plant bed cleanup, garbage cleanup and patio/trampoline/pool setup ahead of me.  This will be a task to be conquered another weekend.

Then inside where I started dinner, carried in a screaming 3-year-old who wasn’t ready to come in, and put away all the groceries we just purchased.

I sat for exactly 23 minutes cuddling with a sad 5-year-old and fell asleep for 6 whole minutes, I wake up feeling groggy, with my throat and chest aching so badly and have my daughter screaming at me that it’s swimming time! 

Packed up the bag and the two children who had lessons.  Brought along my husband and the 13-year-old who needs to be dropped off for practise right after the babies are done swimming.  The humidity in the pool made all my symptoms feels so much worse.

  8PM? Where are you?!

Everyone had their lessons , been dropped off and we got back home for dinner, pjs and omg hopefully bed!  Thankfully, little people are tired from the day and begin to go to bed on their own even. 

I add some menthol rub to my neck and chest and my eyes fight to stay open.  All that was left was laundry, lunches and the ten-minute main floor tidy I do every night.  Followed by a solid disinfecting schedule to hopefully prevent the spread.

I put my hair back, honker down and say

“Push through Kristy!  I can see bedtime from here!”

8:34 most of it is done!  My whole-body aches, my head and eyes feel like they will explode.  I have made it!  The end of the day is here!   This whole Mom’s don’t get sick days crap sucks!  Hopefully tomorrow will be a healthier day! 

 

Kristy is a Mom who CAN survive

~Kristy

https://www.theimperfectlyperfectme.com

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