Like unicorns and comfortable underwire bras, the Mama Sick Day is something of a myth. Whereas once upon a time, we could hork up bodily fluids wearing our ugliest, looking our ugliest, smelling our ugliest, all while binging on reruns of the Golden Girls and tearing into that herbal tea sampler that one well-cultured friend brought over that one time.
The passage of time and the birthing of children have not eliminated sick days entirely; sick days have just gotten sportier.
To that end, today I will be updating my blog several times, sharing the realities of being sick with children, a dog, and a never-ending pile of laundry.
Because it’s not like I’m going to be able to get any rest.