Ray and I are both sick. I am pretty sure it is the same thing: a horrible cold. Perhaps with spring allergies thrown into the mix for good measure.
You know. Headache. Sneezing. Oh gosh, the drainage! The dry, irritated, sore-ish throat. The exhaustion. The only thing missing is the extreme body aches…then it would be the flu.
So, while Ray had the luxury of calling in sick to work yesterday, and then going almost straight to bed when he got home today, I am up. I dream of “calling” in sick one morning. As in, rolling over, waking up Ray and telling him that I am calling in sick today. I even wonder if he could get up, get Alex up, fed, and on the bus on time (and without horrible attitudes and hurt feelings all around)? However, as most Moms know, we do not get sick days. Or, private potty breaks. Good thing the rewards of being a Mom far surpass the banes.
Here’s hoping (praying!) that the kids do not get it… otherwise they will most certainly be sick for spring break.