Cough, sneeze, snort...ugh...

There's not much that's better than being a mom with two out of three kids also sick and then getting sick yourself.  Yes, that's right.  Sick mom and sick kids to take care of.  It's the best.  

I love that I can be in the middle of a coughing fit and three children stand in front of me all talking at the same time, trying to get my attention or asking me to do something.  Like, hello?  Can't you see I'm hacking up a lung here, little people?    Of course not.  

It's "But Mom!  I don't want to practice my piano!" and "Mooooommmmmy?  Mooooommmmy?" and    "I'm thiiiiirrrrsstyyy!!"  All in unison.  All hitting that sweet pitch that makes my already pounding head and crackling eardrums implode.  

I had to just walk away (with them trailing behind me, still complaining) because I had already lost my voice to said sickness and they couldn't hear me trying to answer each of them.  A desperate attempt by a mute mother. 

It's like a Calgon moment except no matter how hard I wished myself away in a nice, hot bath, I would open my eyes and they were still all there.  All still whining at me.

So, I did what any good mother in my position would do.  I threw them all out into the snow.  

Kidding.

No, I sucked it up and, despite my throbbing head and nausea, I let each have their turn and dealt with their requests (in my muteness) as best I could, using hand signals and stern facial expressions.  

Because I'm a mom.  And that's what I do.  

And what's the reward for all this self-sacrifice?  Hopefully children that will sleep through the freaking night for once and let me have some rest!  :)