There is nothing worse then being home with two kids and a headache. In the past there have been times I have showed up to work with headaches, bad colds, and just not feeling well. My co-workers would ask, “Why are you here?” My reply is always the same, “It’s easier being here then at home.”
The truth is being at home is hard when you are feeling good, when you are sick, it is unbearable. When you are sick and at work people tend to leave you alone because (1) they know you probably don’t feel very sociable, and (2) they do not want to catch your germs. But at home there is no lenience, no break, and no timeout. Your kids still need breakfast, and baths, and running around outside and it really doesn’t matter if you feel like you have been just run over by an 18 wheeler. Their little minds and legs are still running.
On top of it all even if I do get to veg out a little bit, I quickly guilt ridden myself into getting up and doing something with them because I feel bad. Last week I was home with them and I had a headache. I was lying on my bed and the kids were being quiet in Liam’s room (which is never a good sign) and instead of enjoying the couple of moments of quietness I pushed myself to get up and do something with them because I didn’t want them to be bored. It is times like those when I think, “Man I wish I was at work.” I could just type away at my computer and not have to worry about anyone crying, getting hurt, needing anything from me.
And then it happened. Liam asked, “Mommy why are closing your eyes?” I told him my head hurt and I was trying to make it feel better. He climbed on my lap and kissed my forehead. I smiled and melted all over. My head still hurt but I didn’t care anymore.