My 1st day on my own...

Last week, I had one child sick the first half of the week (my days off) and thought maybe the rest had scooted by without catching the bug. This week proved me wrong with two very sick and another mildly sick.

Today I was supposed to be at work and my children at school as the the third week of school ended. At week's end, it would have been my third week on my own, being carefree for two and a half days of solitude, waiting, wrapped in Saran Wrap (think TV sitcom, Maude), for Mr. Hard Worker Guy to get home early as the children were blissfully learning at school.


This week Mr. Hard Worker Guy turned into Mr. Six Tens and rarely beat the kids home, at least the ones that went to school. I was either picking kids up because they were sick, taking one to the dentist/orthodontist, making chicken soup for those who had been throwing up, stocking the fridge with Gatorade or dishing out Advil for the high fevers. This scene lasted all week until this morning. Then everyone was better and wanting to try to ride their bikes the 2 miles up hill to school (that is a post I will do tomorrow).

Yet with all the sickness seemingly gone over night, the pendulum swung in my direction and today I woke up feeling yucky. I technically was supposed to go to work. But I slept pretty much all day. My first day in which I was truly on my own (for the first time in 9 years), I felt lousy, down right icky.

But looking back on this week, it could have been worse. I am fortunate because I have the best job ever and work with a group of ladies who understand that having children means I might have to take off. We now have a very nice gentleman who is willing to cover for me on short notice. I am fortunate because I can crawl in the bed with the sick kids and watch Sponge Bob Squarepants because they want their mom just to lay down with them.

So as next week begins, we will see how it goes.