Being sick

The last week or so, I was downing Zicam in hopes of not getting sick because let's face it: when Mama gets sick, the world just about ends. ;-)

But, the Zicam, Emergen-C and orange juice cocktail I had going failed; I woke up Monday morning with a full-blown cold. Ugh. Special thanks to my hubby and oldest child for "sharing" with me.

And, I get that everyone gets sick once in awhile, and for the most part we have to suck it up and ride it through. But, I'm going to be honest: it really sucks when it's Mama who gets sick because there's no one to take care of me.

When my hubby or kids get sick, I'm waiting on them hand and foot, getting them soup or OJ, or even more tissues to wipe their snot as they swallow medicine. Sometimes, I don't even wait for them to ask for something; I'll bring it to them because I know they need it.

I love taking care of them, really i do. It's my job; it's the territory that comes with being a wife and parent. And, I love them all to death.

But, when I'm sick? The hubby has to go to work (why am I always sick when he has tons of meetings scheduled?), the kids go to school, which means I have to get my own damn soup....after I cook it, of course.

So not fair!

So, for today and probably tomorrow, I don't wanna be Mommy anymore; I just want to be a poor, pathetic sickie-head that needs someone to pity me and feed me soup, OJ and medicine. Any takers?

*Sigh* I didn't think so.