Sick Day

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Not much is as sad as seeing your child sick. Well, maybe one thing: seeing your child sick, heading out the door to work, and knowing that the adult who is responsible for her care that day is going to let the house go to complete hell. Forgive my drama, but sweet Pete — this drives me bananas.

My daughter had a nasty cold this past week, complete with fever. So that means one thing for sure: NO DAYCARE. I stayed home on the first day, secretly happy about throwing the cares of work out the window — trading in deadlines and endless documentation for pajamas, movies, and needy toddler snuggles. I really don’t mean to sound so terrible as to suggest that I was happy that she was sick so that I could stay home, but I felt good knowing that her Mommy was there to making her cozy and wait on her hand and foot.

Dad administering "Nebby"
Dad administering a “Nebby” treatment.

And while she was cozy and content with her movies and light snack, I was able to clean the house and do laundry. When my husband came home, things were in order and all taken care of.

Fast forward to the next day. I couldn’t stay home again because work was piling up. It was my husband’s turn to stay home. Less than two hours into my work day, I see a picture of toddler-Daddy drama developing on Instagram. Although it was tongue-in-cheek, I could see where this day was going. I received a text soon after I signed out of work that evening, gearing up to head out, that said, “I hope you’re on your way home.” And then I walked in the house. I knew what I would see. I tried to brace myself. But no matter how many times you see it, it just never gets easier to accept. On the counter were to-go pizza and French fry boxes, cookies, Cheese Nips, pretzels. Stuff everywhere. EVERYWHERE. The look of desperation in his eyes. His suggestion that I just have no idea what he went through today. Huh. OK.

Who needs chicken noodle?
Who needs chicken noodle?
Ingredients for a healthy dinner.
Ingredients for a healthy dinner.

I must let you know that he is a great Dad and those two have a really wonderful relationship. I don’t mean to complete destroy him. But, oh man! For the life of me I’ll never understand what happens during these times that they are alone together and things go off the rails. What I do know is that she had pizza and French fries for dinner and was able to catch up on all of her Leap Pad games. I also know that she was happy and had a great time hanging out with Dad — well on the road to recovery. And I think that my husband was ready to go back to work.

LeapPad
Sometimes I think I need to adopt my daughter’s attitude regarding the importance of a clean house.

6 comments on “Sick Day”

  1. Haha, I TOTALLY know what you’re talking about. My husband has a relatively flexible schedule so most of the time that my kids are sick, he is on kid duty. I always have to brace myself for what I have to deal with after the fact…EVERY SINGLE TOY is taken out of it’s rightful storage place and strewn all over the floors, the kids are usually still in their PJs when I get home only their PJs are no longer clean and have the scent of sleeping baby; they are covered in schmoo and smell like @ss, my counters are “spotless” but only because my dog has come and “cleaned” it with his tongue because dad left all of the leftovers ON the counter where the dog was able to get to them. It’s almost more work in the end!!!!

    Hope the little one is feeling better!!!

  2. Yes. My husband stays home when our son is sick after I have taken a “sick” day or two to be with him. The kid does not nap, does not have tea or soup and my husband does not take our son’s temperature. Did I mention that he does not even dispense tylenol or motrin to reduce the fever? And, hubby is overwhelmed being with a sick kid all day. I end up taking another sick day as the kid is still not well. Ugh!

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