A Nurse I Am Not
If there is anything that we have learned in the past 24 hours, it's that I would make a TERRIBLE nurse. The worst. Worse than the worst.
It's a really good thing the girls generally don't get sick. I mean, a REALLY good thing.
When Alexis went to bed on Monday, she wasn't feeling the greatest. She had a headache and her belly hurt and blah, blah, blah. There were some complainy words that I didn't hear because I AM A TERRIBLE NURSE. I figured she would forget all about it by the time she woke up. Well, THAT didn't work out the way I expected, so when she harassed me for the 3513423rd time at 5:00 am, I emailed my boss that I would be working from home. I grabbed my laptop and settled in for a whole bunch of productivity.
Alexis ended up not waking up until around 9:00 (which, !!!!!!! AMAZING!!!!!!), so by then I was thoroughly buried in a Word document. Mila was at daycare, the dogs were in the basement, and I was acting like I was home alone and not responsible for a thing in the world other than knocking out some work projects. Imagine my surprise when I realized Alexis expected me to take care of her.
THE NERVE, RIGHT?
It started with a request for some water. The she wanted some food. On my best days I'm confused as to why the small people think I will remember to feed them. Take away sleep and add in some major work-related focus, and I really didn't know what I was supposed to do.
I gave her a pack of crackers, some oatmeal, a tablet, and instructions to text me if she needed anything else.
Unfortunately, she followed those instructions. She texted and asked for other stuff and then she texted again just to say hi and then she texted some more. It was as if she thought she was a kid and I was an adult responsible for taking care of her.
THE NERVE, RIGHT?
The good news from the whole thing was that Alexis seemed to be completely fine this morning and thus returned to school. Whether that was because she really was better or if it was because she had figured out that being sick at home with me is basically the worst, I don't know.
I suspect that it was because being home with me is basically the worst.
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Reader Comments (3)
My siblings and I learned at a very young age that you went to school sick. If you were home with our mom you had to do chores all day. So I have slept through more classes than I can count when it was cold and flu season. I think you win the Nurse of the year award :)
You can join me in the club. I'm pretty sure that my kid should have gotten stitches on Tuesday but I didn't bother to take her in and now I'm not really sure. I was picking her up from after-school care and we were going to the car when she somehow tripped and fell and split her hairline open. Its not a huge split but oh. my. gosh- the blood. There was blood everywhere. Her face looked like something out of a horror movie. What did I do? wiped the blood off her face, got the bleeding to stop and called it good.
I had no idea how bad of a nurse my mother was until I got sent home sick one day in middle school. My mom wasn’t home so I got sent to a neighbor’s house. This lovely lady set me up on the sofa with the tv romote, a nice blanket, and a cool drink. She kept asking how I was and if I needed anything. This was shocking to me as when I was sick at home, I was made to stay in my room. If I needed anything, I was to shout for her and maybe she would come to the bottom of the stairs to shout back at me to get it bed.