Sick.
That word conjures up many fine images am sure. But for a mother the word has only one meaning- you are stuck good and proper! Say goodbye to the life you knew till the universe rights itself aka the flesh-n-blood goes back to school.
I firmly believe in this notion- either your kid shouldn’t get sick at all (which is the most preferred option) or they should get sick enough to merit keeping their tiny butts in bed till they are better. Period.
This business of being half-assed sick where one has enough energy to run around, be underfoot, cranky because they have a bug in their body, but definitely not well enough to go to school; doesn’t sit well with me. Nope!
Am not advocating that a kid be sick, mind you. But it’s SO annoying to remind them to use the tissue and not their sleeves when wiping snot 15,000,000 times a day, taking their temperature the minute their eyes glaze over and have to go into octopus mode to get a temperature reading which ends up being inaccurate because the brat squirmed like a worm and the thermometer couldn’t detect the right temp.
And while on the topic of thermometer, which brilliant person decided to put mercury in thermometers anyhow. I can’t read that shit! It’s all a bunch of lines. Faint ones at that. Bold. Underline and Italicize people!!
Do I need to go on? Bottom line? Kids have no business getting sick! It’s extremely hazardous on their parents’ (mothers…only mothers) health, nerves and disturbs their chi big time. It usually needs a couple of restorative drams of “big peoples’ medicine” to get them all bright and shiny again. Oh..not the kids. They get cherry-flavored meds…we get oak-cured, 12-years aged umm..syrups. Yeah…that’s it.
Achhooo!
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 