Our (Sick) Days Are Numbered

My husband and I played our first real high stakes game of "who takes the sick day to stay home with the sick kiddo?"

After a really big day for my sweet little girl, who bravely made it through her interpretive dance and the Sunday School Christmas play in truly admirable fashion, she came home looking suspiciously flushed and glassy eyed. When we offered to take her out for dinner to celebrate she didn't seem interested and mentioned that her head hurt.  Fever.  Poor thing wore herself out.

Jeff lost the coin toss.  Because he can grade papers from home - classes are out for the semester.  And honestly, he seems to be fighting what she's got.  He's been out like a light before 9 every night this weekend.  A day home might do him so good.

I feel an even more exaggerated panic around sickness in the house now.  6 sick days for 2 kids and a mom?! The HR rep when going over my benefits packet sweetly lamented that we can't roll our sick days over.  Oh, no worries about that. I'll be using those babies up by spring.

I also feel a little sad that I won't be the one babying my baby tomorrow.  Although, again, Daddy will be just fine for the job.  I always feel sorry for the kids when they are down for the count with fevers, though.  There's always this little worry in the back of my mind that it's something really serious.

And the prospect of me catching what they've got is just as frightening as ever.  Because no matter what kind of mom you are, the world never stops for sick mamas...