Since Jack started daycare in October, we've been innundated with various coughs, colds and plagues. It began with a spell of flu, and now it seems like we are bookending the flu season with another go-around with the dreaded illness. Or at least, the flu's cousin. In the past 48 hours, I've coughed, sneezed, ached and fevered. At least Jack doesn't seem to be quite as down as I am, and John doesn't appear to be sick at all. Yet.
I would say.. 50% of the days that I took as sick days as a child were probably less about being sick and more about not wanting to go to school. Unfortunately, we don't have the ability to play hooky anymore from work, nor would I really want to anymore. These are the perils of growing older and accepting responsibility. That does not mean that I don't look back on those long afternoons of laying on the couch being babyed by my mom, with great love. Even more wonderful were the "mental health" days that she afforded my in high school. There were some days that the amount of school work just seemed overbearing, so we would take the day off. Mom: You were awesome.
Jack, know this: I'm on to you. Don't even think about faking sick because I'm the one who invented it.
