Friday, October 26, 2012

Lessons Learned While the Children have been Home Sick

For the past two weeks, my house has been infected by at least one sick, and needy, person at all times.  First the cold conquered me, and then it the children prisoner. Today is the first day this week that I have been able to drop both children off at their respective schools and find a few minutes to write.  The previous days have been spent force feeding the girls Odwalla C-Monster and watching unlimited episodes of Team Umizoomi and Dora the Explorer. 

Although, with invalids plaguing my home, I haven't had the time to sneak away to my office (the coffee shop) to write, I've had plenty of time to reflect on all that I have learned during in days in isolation. 
  1. There are good and bad types of sickness.  A cold with a low-grade fever, just high enough to suck the energy out of the child, is a good sickness.  Pink eye is a bad one; the child still maintains all his vigor, but is not allowed at school.  I was fortunate enough to be blessed with the former.   
  2. Caillou only grows more annoying as I age.  I absolutely despise his whiny voice and fuzzy white border.   
  3. After the third straight day trapped in my home with no connection to the outside world (oh how I missed adult conversation and sunshine), my ability to show sympathy greatly diminishes.  By day #4, I was attempting to send subliminal messages to my children while they napped.  "You are not sick.  You want to play.  You miss school," I whispered in their little ears.
  4. I am quite susceptible to television advertising.  Currently I have a very strong desire to buy a Cuddle Uppet (blankets that are puppets) and a few pairs of Stompeez (they are interactive slippers!!!).  
  5. Pear trees give us pears, lemon trees give us lemons, and almond trees give us almonds.  Thank you Nina and Star, for the awesome agricultural lesson! Who said TV wasn't educational
  6. Hola! Soy Dora.  Puedo contar hasta diez en español.  Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete, ocho, nueve, diez.  
However, most importantly, I learned the delicate art of balancing keeping the sick children entertained, while still maintaining a quiet and dull atmosphere that doesn't promote days off of school.  On Thursday, when my three-year-old informed me, "Mommy, I don't want to be sick. It's boring to stay home," I knew that I had done my job. 

1 comment:

  1. I really thought I was going to get a ride in your boat today. We too, have had some sort of consistent sick for weeks now though but nothing full blown. Until yesterday, when my daughter awoke sans voice. Last night there was a fever and this morning, when I was counting on a comatose and cuddly preschooler, all I got was a kid with the usual energy and antics that I couldn't hear talk. Okay, but not quite good enough. Glad your household is on the mend and you got your writing release. Surely you earned it. Damn Caillou. Salud!