I remember when I was in high school I would look for any excuse not to go to school (my favorite was: I don't wanna go... so I didn't).
The number of sick days I plowed through those years made my parents suspicious and lead to many groundings.
But the thing about being an adult, sick days no longer mean lounging in your pjs on the couch, eating soup and crackers and watching endless hours of bad tv.
Being an adult with a sick day is like... any other day.
Being a parent and being sick doesn't earn you any sympathy points.
You just have to buck up and deal with it.
Lucky for me, I have to buck up and deal with three other sick people.
The whole house is sick.
We have snots rolling off of faces, fevers, coughs and grumpy patients.
And that's just my husband.
Ha ha ha.
Hopefully we get better soon because the amount of tissues, paper towels, hand cloths and toilet paper we've gone through is massive and someone is going to have to get better soon and make a trip to the store because we are dangerously low on everything.
Makes me really miss those high school days.
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