Sick days were much more fun when I was a kid. Yes, I felt sick, but it never really seemed that bad, or not that often anyway. I would sleep in, watch some TV, take some medicine, and moan and groan a little so everyone knew I was sick. When I went back to school everyone asked how I was and it usually took me all of an hour to catch up with what I missed the day(s) I was gone.
Now, when I'm sick I really do feel that bad, and it sucks. I still moan and groan (ask my super sweet husband who graciously takes care of me!) and stay in my pajamas but it's just not any fun at all. And as soon as I feel the slightest bit better I start thinking about all of the things I should be doing! When I do get back to work it takes me much longer than an hour to catch up on what I missed. And don't even get me started on how the laundry accumulates!
Yes, I had a sick day on Wednesday which was probably the worst day to have a sick day since it was after a long weekend and a vacation day so I was already behind at work (nobody does my work when I'm not here ... it's one of those jobs). So, here it is the Saturday of New Years weekend and I'm at work while Nessa and Shawn are off "running errands." You know, errands like using the gift card he got for Christmas ... that kind of thing. :-)
You know what else sucks? Work deadlines at the end of the year!
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I actually have a sneaky fondness for sick kids, when they hit the mark just right. You know, not so sick as to be worrying, but sick enough to be a little limp and cuddly. You can snuggle up on the couch with them and read stories - and they *sit still*.
Wonder of wonders.
I feel exactly the same way when my girls are sick. But when, I'm sick. Well, then the only thing that makes me smile is when my wonderful husband tucks me in bed with whatever I may need nearby ... and that was the scenario this past Wednesday.
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