I am sick. S-I-C-K. While half the world is in Florida on Spring Break, I am on my couch feeling like complete hell. It was bad enough I couldn’t take vacation time to be with my daughter on their Spring Break, but to get sick, really??
As I sit here trying to recuperate I realized that there is a whole “Mom Process” that you go through as you are getting sick. Here are the stages:
Stage 1 – Denial – I knew something was hitting me a couple days ago, but I ignored it and kept on going. I started to sneeze a lot. Ok, maybe allergies? My body started to feel run down. No, I am sure it is nothing. It can’t be that I am getting sick (runs through calendar in my head). If I get sick than the daughter will get sick. That won’t happen! I have a job to go to, laundry to do, dinner to make. There is no time to get sick! I am a Mom!
Stage 2 – Anxiety -I can’t get sick. I can’t sick. Who is going to keep up with all that I do if I get sick? How is dinner going to get made? What about the laundry? Who is going to oversee everything? Who is going to take care of me if I do get sick? Oh, that is right, I am Mom, we don’t get sick.
Stage 3 – Acceptance – Ok, so I am sick. It is time to get some rest. My body hurts, my nose is plugged up and I can’t do anything. It is time to get some sleep so I can be more productive tomorrow. Easier said than done!
Stage 4 – Frustration – Ok, so I am sick. I have admitted it. I can accept it now. But, now I am frustrated. I NEED sleep! No one will let me sleep. Every five minutes I have a child asking for a cup, or if they can play the computer, or for my phone or for something else. No one will let me rest. There is no rest for the wicked. The word “Mommy” is still being used every five minutes.
Stage 5 – Guilt – Ok, so I am laying here and the daughter want a hug. Do they not realize I am sick? I can’t tell them to go away. I have to make an attempt. Now they want a kiss? I don’t want them to get this. I feel so horrible. When is the last time they ate? In my sick haze did I really just tell them they could eat Cheetos for lunch? It is time to get better and get back to being Mom.
So, as I lay here sick I realize how much effort and emotion it takes to be sick. No wonder I am so tired! Hopefully I can get some kind of rest this weekend and feel better!