Both boys are home sick today. So is my husband.
I need a strong drink.
This is day number 10 or something for my youngest. He's over the worst of it, but I'm worn out from multiple nights of him waking up at 1 a.m., 3 a.m., 5 a.m., etc.
I thought I was in the clear, but then my oldest gets home from school yesterday with chills, dizziness, a cough, etc.
I know tending to the sick is part of motherhood. And I can deal with that, for like a day. But day after day of demands -- I need water, I want TV, I'm tired, I'm hungry, I'm not hungry. All said in a whining voice. And you can't get babysitters with all these germs floating around.
And then there's the fighting. See, they're not so sick that they just lay there sweetly, gazing at me for tender caresses. Instead, they're just sick enough that if I sent them to school I'd be a jerk. And that means they're well enough to argue. Over everything.
Don't misunderstand me. I don't want my boys to be sicker (and thus more compliant and sweet). I just want them to get well and get on with their normal, out-of-the-house lives.
Fellow parents, surely you can commiserate with me. Or at least have a glass of wine in my honor.