Sick Daze

It seemed like an ordinary Monday morning. The kids were a total disaster, we were completely disorganized, the kids didn't eat their breakfast, and we barely got everyone out the door without most of us breaking down in tears.

So I was surprised when I nearly hurled all over my monitor at 10:00 in the morning, after having approximately two sips of water. I had no appetite, didn't drink my coffee (this should have been my first clue something was wrong) and just existing in my workspace felt like a chore. One thing was clear: I was sick.

I'm not the type of person to take sick-days (yeah, yeah, all you people who think that people working sick are bad for the rest of the office, shut it or I'll come sneeze on your keyboard.) And this time, I really needed to get the hell out of the office and get home. About the time I'd decided I needed to make a break for it before retching all over the washroom door combination, the phone rang. Younger son was sick.

Of course.

The Lovely Wife made a trip to get the boy, and then came out to pick me up around 1, and dropped the two sickies back at home for an afternoon of lounging, flat 7-Up, and some serious negotiations with my stomach, including yours truly being admonished for trying to choke down a chicken quesadilla and two veggie sushi rolls. In case you're wondering, this is not advisable*.

Perhaps the single most redeeming incident of the afternoon was watching Younger Son toting a blanket down the hallway, Linus style**, and plopping it down in the middle of the living room carpet while I endured awful daytime television and caught up on blogs. A few minutes later, I noticed a distinct lack of complaining, or any activity coming from in front of the coffee table on which my legs rested. Muting the television, I could hear only the sound of soft snores.

And the sound of the camera shutter.



Sometimes being home sick isn't so bad.


*Neither is a glass of wine and potato chips in front of the television at night, but how else was I to test the limits of my revolting digestive tract.

**A week ago, he wouldn't even choose to walk if he had to get somewhere. Now, he rarely goes anywhere without towing something along side or carrying something unweildy in his hands, as if to say, "Ha ha, this walking thing is childsplay!"

Posted bythemikestand at 1:26 PM  

9 stepped up to the mike:

chRistine said... 7:34 PM, April 03, 2007  

hope you feel better :) younger son is adorable.

Tanya said... 8:54 PM, April 03, 2007  

oh, that is so cute. i'm a sucker for a bum-in-the-air sleeper. well, CHILD bum-in-the-air sleepers...

hope the whole family doesn't get it (damn, did I jinx you?) and you're eating food soon!

Sassy said... 9:47 PM, April 03, 2007  

ohhhh!!!! I just wanna chew on his little lips!!! LOL

Anonymous said... 12:31 AM, April 04, 2007  

Dang...funny how the chid's bum in the air can make all the queasiness disappear, if only for a moment.
Wellness to all.
Cronznet, still the anon

Megan said... 1:38 AM, April 04, 2007  

um, perhaps you are pregnant? :)

Dustin said... 3:40 AM, April 04, 2007  

Hahaha, narcoleptic children make me laugh.

Feel better! =)

SRH said... 1:40 PM, April 04, 2007  

I hope you and yours are doing better. I was a "have blanket: will travel" kid myself, so I completely get the whole sleeping on the living room floor thing even when I am not sick.

sween said... 3:19 PM, April 04, 2007  

That picture is awesome.

Woman with kids said... 3:32 PM, April 04, 2007  

Oh, they're so cute when they're sleeping. Hope you both feel better.

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