Day 10 Sick Kid

My "sick" kid, the boy child who ALWAYS gets sick, trots into our room at 2:30 this morning stating, "Mom and dad, I have a 103 degree fever."  Poor kid is SO USED to being sick that he takes his own temperature before waking us up.  

I don't mean to be a bitch......but OF COURSE the little shit can't run a fever at 5:00pm so I can arrange either a sub OR a relative to watch him.  NO.  He comes in at 2:30 and I am left awake trying to figure out what. the. hell. am. I. going. to. do. with. him. 

And an even more bitchy thought is DAMN IT, I can't go workout.

An even more bitchy thought, cuz I'm on a roll, is....Matt better figure this shit out because I HAVE TAKEN EVERY SINGLE SICK DAY WITH HIM THIS YEAR and it is NOT FAIR (insert Veruca Salt foot stomp and arm cross).  Ahem, he DID figure it out.  I was up all night worrying for nothing.  

If the kid was rarely sick, I doubt that these thoughts would cross my mind (bahahaha) but since he is sick ALL THE TIME, I don't have the same tolerance.  So basically, I'm a dick.

I know, I KNOW, I'm not a "normal" mom.  But really, your kid will get sick.  He/she will get better.  Why worry about it?  As a matter of fact, sometimes it's a relief when your child is sick.

1. No rushing homework in order to go to after school activities.
2. No crazy mornings trying to get the kid ready for school. 
3. Sometimes you get a nice little day off of work with a lethargic child who naps the day away.

Is that bad??  Ya' know what?  Don't answer that.

Breakfast- half a banana with 1 tbs of P fucking B!  (and the angels sang....aaaaaahhhhhh) Chocolate protein shake.
Snack-apple and 1 tbs of almond butter (I KNOW!!!  too much fat)
Lunch-pesto chicken, 2 oz sweet potato, brussel sprouts
Snack-Quest bar
Dinner

I had leftover "pizza sauce" (onion, leek, tomato, garlic sauce) and I had some rotisserie chicken left.  Boom!  And tiny crumbles of goat cheese.  I could have used more.

It was a little bland so I added DeeDee's famous salsa!  YUM!!!!

I'm now at home TRYING TO CHOKE DOWN MY WATER and hanging with my little dude.  We are watching a movie while cuddling up with blankies. That's it.  A day in the life of a working mom.  An imperfect, premenstrual, crazy working mom.

Make the dash count.