Moms don’t take sick days

You may already know this, but moms don’t take sick days. Growing up I remember my mom taking a sick day once (it may have been more than that but it’s unlikely).  She had a migraine and images-2shut the bedroom door (shut the door!  Whoa.  Serious stuff there). I believe she said something like “Do not open the door unless the house is on fire!” and she also instructed my sister and me to be quiet in such a way that we were silent for the entire day.

 The past extended holiday weekend my family had the flu.  This includes me because I am part of said family. On Friday I felt fine. I went shopping with my mother and sister and I didn’t feel great, but I just chalked it up to a 2,000 calorie lunch.  It seemed like a good idea at the time. I even went to the gym and worked out…hard.  On Saturday I went to the gym early and felt worse as the day wore on but not sick. My husband was sick. I quarantined him in the bedroom. Throughout the day I felt progressively less swell and at one point I laid down on the floor with the little one and fell asleep watching The Gilmore Girls on Netflix. I was unable to admit I had succumbed. I thought I had simply worked out too hard two days in a row.

By Sunday I was toast. And here are the things that also happened while I was toast: I walked the dog, went to the coffee shop (I hope you didn’t get sick there, if you did sorry. I was in sick denial), the gym, PetCo (they had a sale and I got $20+ back), laundry, set up new aquarium, laundry, walked the dog, laundry, and laundry. The icing on the cake is that during this whole episode I also feed the kiddo every 3 hours or so which meant prying myself out of a warm blanket on the couch (you know so I didn’t get sick from quarantined husband in the bedroom) a few times at night.  This was especially cruel because last week he strung together a couple of 6 hours sleeps in such a fashion that I was sure he was on a roll. He was not. I should’ve never washed those lucky PJs.

I don’t say this to brag. I was honestly in denial and that’s why I think moms never take sick days.  There is always so much to do and if I’m awake every three hours well then I might as well get at it. On the other hand it will all still be there tomorrow!


Sick day

I did something monumental. Today I am sick. To be clear I have a cold. I did not go to work (which is where I’m pretty sure I caught the stupid thing in the first place). I thought at first that maybe I should go in. I would just need a bag of medication, tissues, and the neti pot. And maybe something for my sore throat. I’m sure my coworkers who love the sound of me gargling with salt water in the common bathroom.  Instead I called in sick because I have that benefit. Today I do not plan on running errands and sharing my sickness with others. I am going to take care of myself by drinking liquids, taking naps, and watching Netflix. Strike that. I may need to run out for chicken noodle soup.


Often in our busy world we try to do too much.  I’m sick, but I have this meeting…or I’m sick, but then I have a vacation planned and I don’t want my employer to think that I’m just trying to extend my vacation.  Rest assured your employer is probably not thinking about you.  This is why you need to think about you.

If you stay home and rest:

You will get less people sick. The sickness will not spread throughout your workplace. You will not be the dreaded patient zero.

You will feel better faster.  Why be sort of sick for an entire week when you can knock the stuff out?

No one wants to hear you sniffle or see you walking around with that roll of toilet paper leaving piles of soiled tissue behind. You look terrible when your eyes are watery and you can’t stop sneezing.