Sick Days Are for Morons*

Heads up, moms. I have discovered another facet of “mothers don’t get sick days”.

If, through some mixture of mercy and good husbanding, you do get a sick day, be warned: Your children will take this as a sign of your weakness, and stop listening to you. Full stop.

I was down for the count on Thursday. Dan, fortunately or unfortunately, was stricken by the same bug that I had, only it took a less taxing (and, arguably, more disgusting) form. He didn’t run a fever; he was able to eat. Whether or not eating was advisable is up for debate as well.

So Dan and I stayed home from our respective jobs on Thursday, with me in and out of consciousness, and Dan left to his own devices. He took on the children when they came home from daycare; I was so out of it, I couldn’t actually tell you if he picked them up or had his mother do it for us. I vaguely recall interacting with the children, although the level of that interaction escapes me. I did not provide caregiving; I think that’s safe to say.

While back on my feet Friday, I was in no way recovered. The fever held on; I wore pajamas all day long; eating was at a minimum. Fortunately, after my FIL (who had also been stricken by the dread bug) picked up the children (he was recovered), my brother grabbed them for a sleep-over at his house. (Have I mentioned that Dr. Bro’s wife, mother of four boys ages 8 years to 9 months, is a saint? Well, she’s a saint.)

I dragged myself (that fever was a bitch) to work on Saturday for various and sundry reasons we won’t get into here. At least I wasn’t in danger of directly infecting anyone.

Sunday, my temperature finally dipped back into the normal range. Unfortunately, by this time, my children had decided I was no longer queen of the castle.

Kate threw two epic tantrums on Saturday (one brought on by me requesting her to say “please” for a sip of ginger ale, and the other one brought on by my denying her requests for Cheetos immediately after she was “done” with dinner). Flora simply ceased to hear me. She didn’t hear my requests to pick up her toys; she didn’t hear my requests to help me make her bed; she didn’t hear diddly-squat (except for the phrase, “if you don’t, you can’t go sleep over Dr. Bro’s”, which only worked Friday night).

They also told me “no” quite a bit and yelled at me. This is a cardinal sin in my house. By Sunday night, I was convinced I had a full-scale up-rising on my hands, and wasn’t sure what reinforcements I had at my disposal.

This will not stand.

Now, it is also true that due to my weakened condition (and I am not being melodramatic), that perchance my patience was non-existant, and I did a little more yelling (if I had the energy) than usual. I asked them to ask Daddy more often. Heck, Thursday I didn’t even sit up in bed to talk to them.

Also, I cried.

I am hoping that reports of my abdication of the throne have been realized to be exaggerations, and I have no intention of giving up the “mommy is the boss” mantra that has been mine since Flora was born. This week will be quite a test.

Just in case, anyone know where I can get reinforcements?

*Irony alert.

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5 thoughts on “Sick Days Are for Morons*

      • With a little luck, they’ll be retrained in a few days. Between the injury, the “let’s just see if this heals itself” months and then recovery from surgery I was down for the bulk of Liam’s 3rd year. By the time I was able to sling a child over my shoulder, haul him upstairs, and deposit him in his room, Injured Mom was the only mom he could really remember. Bridget (nearly 6yo) has adjusted far better to Able Mom.

  1. Is it bad for me to say I’m glad to hear you were sick for 3+ days? Because I was told by a friend that the “sickness” lasted two days. It’s now Monday and I am just beginning to feel like a tiny part of myself is back. Although, I’d still like to sleep for the next 12 days.

    What kind of super bug is this that wipes you out as such!? Not fair!

    I’m sad the girls rebelled against you like that. There’s no excuse. (And they were soooooo good for me!) Hope it gets better soon. And I hope to see them again soon! But only if they’re good for you! Gotta be nice to mom to see me and have fun. It’s like a rule or something!

    • It’s funny because I think kids are on their worst behavior for their parents. I can’t tell you how often I hear (usually directed toward Kate, but not always) “You have to be good for mommy” or “You have to listen to mommy”. I’m sure my children just roll their eyes like, “she’s still gonna love me. Sucker.”

      Yeah, since the girls bounced back so quickly, I was surprised to be out of it and feverish for 3 days. I was expecting a 24-hour thing. Not so much. I hope you are feeling better soon!

      Next time they ask for you (and they have asked for you), I will let them know your rule: Listen to mommy, get to see Miss C!

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