Another Tissue, Please

In case you were wondering, being sick when you're a middle school teacher, wife, and mother of an infant is super lame. I actually used to not mind being sick. I mean, I hated the sniffly, achy, icky part. But I kinda liked sick days. I mean, you get to lay around on your couch or in your bed all day watching TV, reading, and napping. Sure, you don't feel good. But it's like a little mandatory break in the busyness of life.

Not so when you're a mom. When you're a mom you don't call in sick to work because you're saving up your sick days for when your kid gets sick. And for me, even if I did call in sick, I'd still be at home taking care of my sweet little boy all day (the one and only negative to having my mom watch Ben at my home).

Yuck.

On the plus side, I'm going to get pies thrown at me at lunch today. Oh wait.

The REAL plus side is this guy:



Hooray for weekends when I get to hang out with my little buddy! (And have some help from the hubby if I'm feeling icky.)