Sick!

Happy St. Patrick's Day

We are sick at our home. I blame it on the LONGEST WINTER KNOWN TO MAN. I know colds are viruses, I just don't care and prefer to blame it on Winter. And the ex.

I am not a good sick patient. Being a mother you never really get a sick day anyway. You just do the regular day with periodic intervals of illness. I assign sick days to hours. I will feel bad for 3 hours and then it shall be gone. It never is.

The kid and I are pretty healthy in the overall scheme of things. It is his school that brings us down like wounded wildebeests. With the homework and in class assignments, if you miss even an hour, you are about a day behind. Miss a whole day and you may never see daylight again. So kids go to school sick and then the rest of us get sick and then we infect some more people and eventually the original kids are sick again and the whole process starts all over again.

A giant circle of sickness. Fun times I tell ya.

The kid is the perfect sick patient. He lays in his bed with the dog, watches TV and drinks cranberry juice. Takes hot baths, eats his soup, takes his aspirin and drinks lots of water. Of course, he charts his progress on Web MD and provides hourly updates of his symptoms. He is the opposite of me.

So now I am off to play Florence Nightingale. I role I wholeheartedly suck at. Wish me well.