One of the things I despise the most about adult hood is the fact that when you are sick you do not have your parents there to take care of you. I remember in graduate school I came down with the FLU. It was a week of hell and while my sister would check in on me (we lived together) and also my boyfriend (now husband) it was not the same as the tender loving care parents give to their sick young.
Fast forward to becoming a parent yourself and then get sick.
WORST TIME EVER!
I brought home an awful cold/sinus infection and was praying that it wouldn’t spread. I washed my hands every day but like every other responsible adult I still went to work. I felt like dog crap the first few days but let’s be honest the kids do not give a shit that you feel like….shit.