So a lot of people love sick days. If they have coughs or colds or feel a little under the weather, they choose not to go to work, and call in sick. Some people even use sick days even if they aren’t sick….tut tut!
This is possibly one of the benefits of being a working parent….your child can still go to nursery, and you can have a day feeling sorry for yourself at home. If you are a stay at home parent, you have to either call in help from family or just carry on and battle through.
The dream of lazing at home in bed all day, watching day time TV, eating rubbish, drinking hot cups of tea and staying in your pjyamas are a lovely thought, until…..
You are actually sick. Not talking sniffles and a sore throat. Actually sick.
So Monday night, I was sick. I am never ill. I am not a good sick person so it is a good job really.
Tuesday I attempted to get up and go to work. I managed to get down the stairs and to let the cat out before deciding there was no chance.
I admitted defeat. I had to have a sick day.
My sick day involved lying in bed feeling very sorry for myself, trying to sleep to forget how sick I felt, and trying to eat anything beige – toast, crumpets etc, and drinking orange squash.
There was no hot cups of tea and eating rubbish like biscuits and chocolate. No opportunity of snoozing outside in the sunshine to get a bit of colour into my pale face.
I was officially a sick person….and it sucked!
After 2 horrible days feeling rubbish, I am now fighting fit again – back to work and mummy-hood with a leap and a jump.
Roll on the weekend. What are you all up to?
Busy Working Mummy XOXO