Strep Throat. I don't think I've had it before. If I have, it's been a damn long time. Let me tell you, it's miserable. It hit me Tuesday morning. It is now Saturday afternoon, and I'm finally, finally feeling better. My 12 year-old came down with it on Wednesday. He's up and running today. It hit my 14 year-old yesterday. He's already good to go.
Why is it that it's taking me so long to recover? Could it be because despite the diagnosis, despite the attempted rest, I still had client emails to reply to, spreadsheets to update and budgets to finalize? Or maybe it's because just when I sat down to rest, my three kids were home, hungry for dinner, bored, out of clean clothes.
Or possibly, it was the fact that one by one they fell sick, like dominoes. And needed me. Or rather, I needed to take care of them. It's what I do. I've determined that I'd much rather take care of the sick than be the sick. Who wouldn't?
So, I administered medicine, heated soup, filled cups, checked temperatures. And attempted to get well myself. A mom can't afford to get sick. We don't have TIME.
Throughout this week, my 6 year-old daughter has remained (knock wood) healthy. Which, technically, is a good thing, right? But, it also meant that she had more energy than the rest of us put together. She wanted to play, read books, build legos, and on and on. Is it horrible of me to think that if she just had a touch - the slightest touch - of this Strep, that she might slow down, lie on the couch, take naps like the rest of us? Horrible, I know. I'm a terrible mother. Just awful.
But I digress, we are all on the mend. I'm feeling human again. Hell, I've even showered and dried my hair! Today I am wiping every visible surface with antibacterial clorox wipes, scrubbing the kitchen and baths, washing every sheet, pillow case and blanket in hot water.
I'm still tired. But, there is a Super Bowl tomorrow, and if anyone is still brave enough to enter through our front door, the least I can do is lose the germs.