The "Do's" and "Dont's" of being a sick mother at home with sick children:
DO allow the television to be on all day. It's a sick day after all. You were out of the running for "Mother of the Year" by mid-January anyway.
DON'T let your toddler wander into the light beige-carpeted living room with an orange popsicle when you're not paying attention.
DO avoid doing housework if at all possible.
DON'T decide that you can't stop at just trying to scrub orange stain out of a beige carpet and thus clean the entire living room, top to bottom, including the furniture, all while running a respectable fever.
DO try to keep everyone hydrated and well fed.
DON'T convince yourself that Kraft Dinner (AKA Mac n' Cheese for you Amurkens) and hotdogs are a good food choice, even if said hot dogs are all beef and the pasta is whole wheat. Nice try, un-mother-of-the-year.
If you must clean something because you're an anal-retentive individual with some OCD tendencies, DO something where you can mostly sit, like sorting through the food/miscellaneous stuff in the pantry.
DON'T forget to put things back into the pantry when your toddler wakes up from his nap, as you may find yourself playing an exciting game of "Find the SOS pads" in the livingroom you have not yet cleaned from top to bottom.
DO think of good friends like Jobthingy who care for your toddler while you visit your sick child in the hospital. Thinking of loved ones is one way to stay mentally healthy when the body feels awful.
DON'T vow to launch the "Tickle Me Elmo Extreme" doll she gave your toddler at her the next time you see her simply because the older ones decided to play with it ten feet from the couch as you were about to doze off this afternoon. Love for Jobthingy. Love. Only love....
DO write in your blog because it's something you can do to pass the time while your husband and gremlins play Wii in the living room where you were happily watching television only a few minutes ago. Sigh.
DON'T expect to come up with anything funny. You're feverish and thus more delirious than usual.
Oh, and everyone DO go here and congratulate a wonderful friend of mine on her new pregnancy - her first one conceived naturally, without any medical interventions. Miracles do happen (I have some of my own). And I might be hacking out a lung, but I'm so damn happy for you.
DO allow the television to be on all day. It's a sick day after all. You were out of the running for "Mother of the Year" by mid-January anyway.
DON'T let your toddler wander into the light beige-carpeted living room with an orange popsicle when you're not paying attention.
DO avoid doing housework if at all possible.
DON'T decide that you can't stop at just trying to scrub orange stain out of a beige carpet and thus clean the entire living room, top to bottom, including the furniture, all while running a respectable fever.
DO try to keep everyone hydrated and well fed.
DON'T convince yourself that Kraft Dinner (AKA Mac n' Cheese for you Amurkens) and hotdogs are a good food choice, even if said hot dogs are all beef and the pasta is whole wheat. Nice try, un-mother-of-the-year.
If you must clean something because you're an anal-retentive individual with some OCD tendencies, DO something where you can mostly sit, like sorting through the food/miscellaneous stuff in the pantry.
DON'T forget to put things back into the pantry when your toddler wakes up from his nap, as you may find yourself playing an exciting game of "Find the SOS pads" in the livingroom you have not yet cleaned from top to bottom.
DO think of good friends like Jobthingy who care for your toddler while you visit your sick child in the hospital. Thinking of loved ones is one way to stay mentally healthy when the body feels awful.
DON'T vow to launch the "Tickle Me Elmo Extreme" doll she gave your toddler at her the next time you see her simply because the older ones decided to play with it ten feet from the couch as you were about to doze off this afternoon. Love for Jobthingy. Love. Only love....
DO write in your blog because it's something you can do to pass the time while your husband and gremlins play Wii in the living room where you were happily watching television only a few minutes ago. Sigh.
DON'T expect to come up with anything funny. You're feverish and thus more delirious than usual.
Oh, and everyone DO go here and congratulate a wonderful friend of mine on her new pregnancy - her first one conceived naturally, without any medical interventions. Miracles do happen (I have some of my own). And I might be hacking out a lung, but I'm so damn happy for you.