I am sick. I hate being sick. I especially hate being sick when I am pregnant! Of course, I don't really enjoy being sick when I am not pregnant either. However, there is at least a light at the end of that tunnel...Nyquil. There is no light at the end of my current tunnel. I get to spend the day on the couch with the chills while trying to break up fights between my children, respond to numerous questions, make and prepare umpteen snacks and change smelly diapers. Sounds like just what the doctor ordered, huh?
The best part is that when I finally manage to start feeling better, I will end up with four sick kids. Of course, I won't be totally back to my normal self before I am stuck wiping snotty noses, dragging kids to the doctor's office and spending a small fortune on medicine that may or may not make them feel better. Oh, the joy.
I remember the days before kids when a sick day meant snuggling up on the couch with a warm blanket, a cup of tea and a great DVD. I can still snuggle up on the couch but I end up with children crawling on me and putting their cold feet on me. I can still have a cup of tea but it usually ends up with a matchbox car tossed in it or slurped at an alarming rate so that it won't be spilled by little hands. I can still watch a DVD, however, I don't consider anything with Dora, Bob the Builder or Barbie a "great" movie. Yes, the times have changed.