When Mama gets sick

I know many of you who read my blog are mamas, so you know how it is when you get sick.  It's like it doesn't count.  You don't get to be sick.  In fact, you often have to be stronger, ignore that you are sick, because most likely other people in your house are sick too.  Right?

Here's how it works for me.

My husband has been sick for three weeks.  He finally saw a doctor this afternoon.  He has bronchitis.
My daughter has been sick for two.  Fever = ear infection.  Her first.  Now she's better.
My son and other daughter have both been sick since the weekend.  See Fever
Oh my, 104.5!  That poor little darling baby girl, you think.  But you never mentioned your son being sick at the same time.  Why, you ask.
Because he woke up with a fever, puked, and was completely lethargic all day on Sunday just like his baby sister except it was his birthday!  That's just too crummy to blog about.

I took a day off work yesterday to take Luna to the doctor.  Ear infection.  Her first.
I took a day off today because, honestly, I was starting to feel crappy myself.  After all, everyone else got sick so it was just a matter of time before I caught whatever it is that everyone else has because, you know, everyone in this family is constantly licking my face.
Plus, I knew Wolfie would follow in his sister's pattern and he would have a fever for the fourth day in a row and I would have to take him to the doctor today.
But, amazingly, he woke up fever-free today and seems to be on the mend.

So I get to have my own sick day after all.  But like I said earlier - here's how it works for me:
I am taking a nap.  Napping!  Really, I was.

Then Gabe wakes me up and says, "We have a situation with Luna."
I bolt upright.  Luna is standing at my bedside, holding out her arm, and in the dim light I see a spot.

Gabe says, "Luna has a tick on her arm."

Are you kidding me?  I can't take a nap because I have to remove a tick.  A TICK.  How does that even happen?  We don't live in the woods.  Luna hasn't even been outside for three days because she's had such a high fever.  This has never happened before.  Why is it happening now?  (Because you were taking a nap, that's why!)

Why didn't your husband just remove the tick and let you sleep, you ask.

Oh, come on.  You know how it works.  There is one spouse who can handle certain things and one spouse who gets the heebie jeebies.

One can clip finger nails.  One gets the heebie jeebies.
One can pull out things with tweezers.  One gets the heebie jeebies.
One can clean up vomit.  One gags just thinking about it.
One spouse is like, poop schmoop.  The other can barely get through a diaper change without nearly hyperventilating.

Usually the tolerance of these parental tasks are split evenly between the spouses.

Apparently, I am the tweezer parent.  Or maybe I am the tick removal parent and neither of us knew that until today.

Or maybe, just maybe, it was the universe's way of reminding me that I am a mama and mamas don't really get to have a sick day.