I’ve spent the last week with a miserable cold. Deaf from the congestion in my ears, exhausted and phlegmy, I’ve struggled to make it through each day gracefully and have failed utterly. This week has been challenging, and I found myself wishing the kids weren’t feeling quite so well themselves so I’d get a break.
It’s a question that returns with fall each year in my house: is it better to have sick children and be well or have well children and be sick yourself? Of course you don’t want your children to suffer – you would do anything to spare them the misery of a rotten head cold. Right? Riiiiight?
This week? Not so much. I know, I know – I’m a bad mommy. It was painfully hard to pull together enough energy to deal with the routine squabbles and daily tasks when all I wanted was to crawl back into bed. I was so grateful to load my son onto the school bus each afternoon so I could go back to sleep.
By my reckoning, school started a mere 3 weeks ago. If I am doomed to spend one of every three weeks sick this winter, can someone just shoot me now?