I have fond memories of sick days as a child. Spending the day on the couch with a blankie and pillow, watching The Price is Right and watching my mom iron. It was the best way to spend a day.

Now as a parent, I have to admit, I loathe sick days. Well, I don’t mind them so much if I’m the sick one, but when it’s one of the kids, the day is never as idyllic as my memories. For example, today Claire is home with the Croup. We nearly panicked last night and paged the doctor out when the barking seal appeared out of Claire’s room. A little steam and a little humidifier later she was soundly sleeping. Paranoid mom that I am, I slept in her room, getting up every 2 hours so that I could make sure she got her medicine. In between her seal bark and Madeline’s demanding cry from then next room I got approximately 49 minutes of sleep. Ok more like 3 hours, but still not enough.

Today I figured, hey Claire is sick, she’ll want to sleep. I’ll be able to get work done and be productive. Yeah, not so much. I think whatever virus is lodged in her vocal chords has invaded me. I feel feverish and congested. Claire on the other hand is now doing pretty well — her fever is finally down a bit and she’s eaten a few small things. And she keeps demanding The Backyardigans. If you’ve never seen The Backyardigans, you’ve lived a charmed life. A show that I thought was so cute when I first saw it has turned into the most obnoxious thing in the world. Maybe it’s because she wants to watch it CONSTANTLY and we only have 3 episodes on the DVR. Maybe its because my tolerance for annoying kids shows is less than zero right now. Whatever the reason….I want it to stop. I want those adorable cartoon animals to run away and never come back.

I think I need my own sick day. LOL.

Please just pray Madeline does not get sick too….