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That's sick, dude. by Funny Mommy, Kathy Buckworth
If it were possible to impale oneself on a tiny, plastic sword, I would have done it sometime during hour two of playing Lego Pirates. Normally I can take this type of torture, but as my son and I struggled through a joint day of flu-like conditions, I was ready for an easier way out.
During the week if youâre sick, and the kids arenât old enough to go to school, youâre usually stuck âmanagingâ them from the couch as you shuffle through all of the same duties you normally have. If theyâre older, and youâre lucky enough to send them all merrily off to school, itâs still hard not to feel guilty about the laundry not being done, the dinner not being prepared, while the unreturned phone calls and unwritten reports silently nag you, as the house returns to its normal bomb-blast state. And when the kids and Dad arrive on the doorstep at the end of the day, at least one of them (usually the tall one) will wonder aloud what the heck youâve been doing all day, because you seem fine now.
My advice is to do what the kids do â and fake it when it works for you â to make up for the days that youâre really sick and you donât get to BE sick. Spring it on a Saturday morningâ¦just before the rounds of hockey practice, dance class, grocery shopping, birthday party attending and general chauffeuring of children begins. Write up a list for Dad to follow (hereâs a hint â if you tell him to drop a kid at a birthday party for two hours, it is VERY important to tell him to also go back and pick up the same kid), tell the kids they have to be Daddyâs helper (just like theyâre Mommyâs helpers during the week. No, say it like it actually happens.) , and lay back and listen to the dulcet tones of Dad saying:
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âWhat do you mean itâs your turn to bring snack to hockey? What does that mean? Can we take a box of cereal? Whatâ¦and a drink? Grab that bag of milk.â
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âWhereâs the card for this gift. You usually make one? We donât have time â letâs just make sure to yell out our name when they open it up. They donât open them in front of everyone?â
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âSure you can wear your âindoor shoesâ, whatever that is. Youâre going to be indoors at the indoor playground after we get through the slushy parking lot, arenât you?â
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âYouâre hungry? Donât you get your own breakfast? Youâre four, right?â
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âWe have to pick up who? Do I know this kid? Is he the one who bites?â
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âYour mother promised to do pottery painting this afternoon? Hmmâ¦I heard that place burned down last week.â
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âWhat do you kids want for dinner? Itâs special night with Daddy so you get fast food. I know Mom doesnât allow it, but we wonât tell her.â
Let them get away with it. Find a room with a door with a lock on it â one that canât be picked with a tiny plastic sword â and enjoy your siiiick day.
Kathy Buckworthâs latest book, âShut Up and Eat: Tales of Chicken, Children and Chardonnayâ is available everywhere. Read âFunny Mummyâ every month. Visit www.kathybuckworth.com and follow Kathy on twitter at www.twitter.com/kathybuckworth
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