I used to always envy people who got to take sick days when their kids were ill. I thought they got to stay home, nap, and just have a nice day. They didn't feel sick, so they could just relax.
I know better now.
Meg is sick for the second time in three weeks. Not little sick. Big sick. Runny nose. Fever. Not eating. Sleepy, but not wanting to sleep because she can't breathe. There is not a part of her that is well. Even her hair looks sick.
Oh, and she is crabby. Not just crabby, but craaaaabbby. Meg is never crabby. She is always in a good mood. Nothing ever seems to bug her. Even when she gets angry, or upset, it is only for a moment, and her good humor is restored quickly. It's like she can't help but smile and giggle. For the past 36 hours, though, smiles and giggles have been replaced by whines, and eye rubbing. I haven't seen her cry this much EVER. Cuddling seems to help, until it doesn't. Then she screams like my arms are made of cactus. She was happy with a popsicle, until she started crying like she was being fed fire. I tried to bribe her, but she wouldn't take a check without two forms of ID.
I feel like I have been running my butt off, even though I really haven't done that much. I haven't washed my hair, or put on real clothes. I haven't cleaned. I haven't really eaten anything. I've only Tweeted three times. Still, my feet hurt, and my mind is mush.
I need a cocktail. A big one. It will help while I write "I'm sorry" notes to all my former co-workers with kids... I just hope I can finish them all before I fall asleep.
The long(est) weekend
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