Random Sick (Literally) Thought

I hate having sick kids. I do not deal with throwing up well. In fact, that is the main reason I ended up as a teacher rather than a doctor. Something about a doctor who has to share the bucket with you just wouldn't sell well.

Tonight however, I made an interesting observation. There are one or two things about having a sick child that are not all that bad. Sometimes it's kind of nice to have boisterous, pedal-to-the-metal little guys hold still long enough for me to actually hold them. There's something kind of nice about an excuse to not leave the house - or sometimes the couch - for a day or two.

And, as I was gagging alongside my poor Aiden tonight thinking about what a terrible mother I am that I can't even tolerate my own flesh and blood throwing up, I realized that taking care of the sick child was not what I hate so much about having sick kids. Rather, it's the idea lurking in the back of my head as I change his shirt, wash out the sink and grab the ginger ale...one down three to go.

The joys of motherhood….