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... of a non-sick day

I know this may sound insane without some explanation (which will come, don't worry), but the thing I miss about having a "job" are the sick days. Sound crazy? Don't get me wrong; there are a lot of things that I do NOT miss about having a "job", but sick days were one of the few perks.

The reason why I put "job" in quotes, as you can well imagine, is that being a stay at home mom is, by most definitions, a job. The only thing that doesn't make it a job is that you don't get paid in money. I like to think I get paid in other ways: Kisses, pictures, smiles, milestones, high fives, and nap time, to name a few. But my day consists of a schedule that someone else is holding me to and I have to function accordingly, like most people with a job. Unlike people with a "job", however, I do not get the benefit of sick days.

If I were really, really, really sick... like absolutely-can't-get-out-of-bed sick, Quinn would have to take one of his sick or personal days to stay home. But when I'm just I-don't-feel-like-I-can-do-my-job-without-falling-over sick, I still have to take care of Abram. On his schedule, not mine.

Also, when you add being pregnant on top of being sick (with a cold/flu like something), you also get to add already horrible insomnia and some other unmentionable issues on to the heaping pile of fun. So instead of being able to nap (which I tried and failed at, thank you very much), I am telling you all about it.

But I will conclude by saying that Abram has been very helpful with his schedule today. He's like a little employer who senses that you don't feel well, but really need you there so they can't send you home but they go a little easy on you that day. So he slept until 9 this morning and I put him down at 10:45. He fell asleep at 11:30 and just woke up at 2:45. I really shouldn't be complaining. That's like the best schedule ever. And now I'm looking at what will be the worst part of this non-sick day: preparing lunch and entertaining a very well rested 14 month old for the next 3 hours.

3 hours. That's not so bad... right?

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