No sick days.
I’m not at death’s door or anything but I have a touch of the whatever-it-was that kept Madalyn out of school all last week. I know I’m running a bit of a fever and am having random, minor chills and aches. Was a bit dizzy earlier, which Madalyn tells me is standard for this particular illness. When I cough, my head hurts. I had a crummy night’s sleep last night, not just because of the usual Eliza scenario but because I also kept waking up all sweaty, even though it was cold in the room.
Alas, there’s no rest for the weary at our house. No one will be arriving to take over. I just have to keep on trucking. Blah.
Huh. I guess I don’t really have a point. It’s just a pain, is all.
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Oh no! If there is one thing worse than having three kids to look after without a husband, it’s being SICK and having to do it. Because, as you well know, mommies are not allowed to be sick. I don’t know how you do it, apart from you are a saint of fortitude and a better woman than I. Feel better, and hugs.
By: Gretchen on January 28, 2008
at 9:09 pm