You know moms can’t get sick, right? I mean, you physically can get a cold, or the flu, or have tummy issues… but you just can’t acknowledge or cater to it. If you’re feeling under the weather, you just need to pull yourself up by the bootstraps and keep on, keepin’ on. Get the kids up, pump your body full of medicines to mask your illness, go to work/about your business.
Right? ‘Cause if I’m wrong, please let a girl know, ’cause I didn’t get the memo.
Pity party, table for one?
If I were a kid, staying home from school, I’d have been back in bed a long time ago. Or at least tucked in on the couch complete with blankie and soup, with my mommy taking care of me. But… that’s not going to happen. So I’ll at least be thankful that I can relax on my couch, by a blinking Christmas tree, snow-covered rooftops peeking through the windows, in quietness of my house with a warm mug of coffee at my side. Maybe I’ll pop in one of my new Christmas CDs and wait for my aspirin to kick in. Yeah, that’ll do.