What is least compatible
with having young children? Having any
kind of illness. You know who has absolutely
no compassion? Young children. You know who doesn’t give one little rat’s
ass that you feel like garbage and want to crawl into a hole and die? Young children.
The same people who you
will hold, and love, and caress while they sneeze and puke on you will then try
to physically lift you off the couch while you are lying in a stupor. They will jump and whine at you to get them
raisins as you drag yourself around on your knees.
You know what else
doesn’t stop for illness?
Housework. You feel like crap and
would rather crawl into a pile of laundry and disappear than wash said pile of
laundry? Too bad. The towels don’t wash themselves, dinner
doesn’t cook itself, the floor is not self-mopping. (Note to self…invent self-mopping floor, make
millions.)
This is why moms don’t
get sick. Or at least, if they get sick,
they keep mothering, they keep laundering, they keep tending to. We aren’t martyrs; we are simply people for
whom there is no substitute. Sure, my
own mom can come over and help when I’m feeling really bad (as she did when I
had a recent bout of mastitis). But
there’s no one else who can nurse the baby.
It’s no one else’s job to look after my little people. Sure, they have a dad...but come on. He's a dad.
So suck it up,
mamas. There are no sick days in
motherhood.
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