October 2, 2012 by CassieCravings
Well, it has happened. I got sick. And it wasn’t just a bout with allergies or a changing of seasons cold. It was a sit-in-urgent-care in-sweat-pants-no-make-up-and-not-even-care-that-there’-good-coffee-being-given-away-sick.
I needed to take a sick day.
My husband teased about how nice it must be to stay at home for a day. I would have had a witty comeback, but my brain was too stuffed up. So, I grunted.
The doctor declared that I had a sinus infection, a losing fight against allergens and a bad case of bronchitis. That sounded about how I felt. I grunted in agreement.
He sent me home with an arsenal of antibiotics and orders to rest and to not go back to work for a few days. I explained very calmly and very voiceless-y that I was a teacher, a mother and was moving into a new house. There was no such thing as a sick day and certainly not multiple sick days. He laughed and said, “Fine. Come back in a few days when you have pneumonia.”
I grumpily gathered the mountain of paperwork I brought to grade and shuffled out the door.
I arrived home intending to sleep. But I happened to see a pile of dishes that sat there too long, because I how felt all weekend. There weren’t many dishes. And It wouldn’t take long, so I emptied the sink. I turned to see a pile of laundry. I could see this was going to quickly turn into a “If you Give a Mouse a Cookie” situation.
I started the laundry, stepped over the dust bunnies on the floor and planted myself in front of the tv. Before the first commercial break, I had calculated exactly how much I could get done in the remaining hours before picking up little Eli from preschool.
I groaned and explained to my brain to just give it up and rest. I gave it a shot and rested on and off until I went to pick up my little Eli.
In the evening, when my husband arrived home, he asked if I was feeling and better and how my “off day” went.
I just smiled.
My sick day consisted of:
getting my little one to and from school, paying bills, doing a sink full of dishes, three loads of laundry, sitting in a doctor’s office for too long, sitting at a pharmacy for even longer, grading hundreds of 5th grade papers and a few 7th grade papers, sweeping, dusting and spending some super quality time with my DVR and my favorite cozy quilt.
Even a mama’s sick day isn’t an off day.