Yesterday was another sick day. My 8 month old caught the yucky puke bug from my 2 year old… and then I caught it as well… yuck! This was the first time I was sick at the same time as my little ones. All I wanted to do was get under the covers and wish my sickness away… nope my mommy hat was on making sure clean sheets were set, fluids were being monitored, and wet diapers were counted (so much more but I don’t want to get to graphic..) Yes, we had a mild winter, but the sickness needs to stop! Bronchiolitis, fevers, pink eye, ear infections, and stomach bugs. It all needs to stop! We need to be able to ‘go outside and get the stink off of us’, as my mother would quote my grandmother when I was sick as a child.
So today this is all that this sick mommy can give.
A favorite memory as a kid enjoying this great childhood poem by Shel Silverstein:
Sick “I cannot go to school today,”
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
And there’s one more – that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue –
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke –
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my spine is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is –
what? What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is … Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play!”
By Shel Sliverstein