I am fighting a nasty, nasty cold right now. It's knocked me on my butt, and I had to stay home from work yesterday with a stuffy nose, a cough and a fever. I spent the day sleeping and wallowing in my misery. I can spend a day doing that since I have no children needing me.
Friends and family with kids have told me that when they're sick, there is no day off. They can't just crawl into bed with a box of kleenex and a system full of ny-quil because the children need them. That sounds dreadful to me. Yesterday, in the depths of my despair, caring for another human was the furthest from my mind.
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| The author, who is very sick. | |
My sister told me that her kids are always bringing germs home for the family to share. G will go to play-group and come home with a stream of thick, green snot pouring from his nose. That splendour will work its way to the rest of the family. E will come home from story time at the library with a stomach bug that is soon spread like butter to the whole house. Last summer when we moved home, I caught the grossest cold. I love G and E and Goodtimes, so I played with them, hugged them and cuddled with them as much as I could. Completely unaware that they are germ-carriers, I caught this mutant strain that knocked me on my ass for days.
The lack of children in my home means that there are no little people to bring home whatever germ is floating the daycares and play groups these days. It also means that when I do get sick, I can whimper and wallow in bed until I feel better again. Being barren while being sick is a healthy thing.
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