Have you ever wondered what happens during the day for someone else?
Wondered what it would be like to spend a day in their shoes?
Now is your chance!
Welcome to A Day In The Life, a new series that shows you what a day is like for someone else! To take a walk in their shoes, so to speak.
This week, I’ve got Tiffany from HastagLifeWithBoys.com showing us what happens on a day where mom is sick! Take it away, Tiffany!
I agreed to do this ‘a day in the life of’ and then I got the flu. I realized even thou it wasn’t a ‘typical’ day it was a relatable day and so I went with it.
2:00am: I get home from work. I feel sick, so I check my temperature and it is 100 degrees. I take some Ibuprofen throw on my pajamas and crawl into bed.
4:37 am: I wake up coughing. I am miserable, I can’t get comfortable, and every single muscle in my body is aching. I take some Nyquil so hopefully I fall asleep soon. If my husband continues to snore like that I am going to suffocate him with my pillow.
7:00 am: Alarm is going off I decide to hit snooze because my throat is killing me and I can’t seem to open my eyes thanks to the Nyquil I took earlier. I am just going to lay here for a few more minutes.
7:01 am: Crap! I forgot its picture day. Try to wake up husband and tell him that I need him to get the kids ready it’s picture day. He coughs and says he is sick and asks me to do it. Ok I’ve got to get up and get these boys ready for school. I’m starting to think the Nyquil wasn’t that great of an idea because I feel slightly loopy.
7:05 – 7:30am: I wake the kids up, find their dress clothes, tell them to take baths, and arguing with the five year old that even though we won’t be able to smell him in the pictures he still has to take a bath and yes he has to wear pants today. This kid is waging a war against pants lately.
7:31am: I ask the ten year old to make bowls of cereal for himself and his brother because Mommy feels sick and needs to lay down for a few seconds.
7:35am: The ten year old informs me that we are out of cereal, oatmeal, and frozen waffles. He asks if he can use the microwave to make frozen pizza for breakfast. I tell him I can get up and make them eggs and toast.
7:36am- 8:00 am: I make eggs, sausage, and toast for the boys for breakfast. I look for the five year olds missing dress shoe while they eat. I find the dress shoe stuck under the couch in the basement. I listen to the ten year old complain because I bought the wrong hair gel. I remind the ten year old not to hit the five year old for the two hundredth time this week.
8:00 am- 8:05am: I get the boys coats and backpacks on, kiss them, tell them to have a wonderful day, and remind them to please, please, please, behave themselves. I send them off to school and watch until they walk out of view.
8:06 am- 10:28 am: I lay back in bed, stare at husband for a few minutes in amazement that none of this morning’s activities woke him up. I fall back asleep.
10:28 am-11am: I wake up to use the bathroom. I look at my phone and realize I have 122 work emails that need to be looked at. I go to the bathroom and sit down on pee because someone peed on the toilet again. I lay on the couch and answer work emails from my cell phone. I check Facebook and twitter because I recently started a blog and I am trying to get followers for the blog. I realize that I am far too miserable to be doing any of this.
11am-11:25am: On my way back to bed I am sidetracked because my house is a disaster area. I am a manager at the railroad and I worked sixty-two hours in the past four days and my husband (who is a stay at home dad) has been sick. I have the day off so I attempt to pick things up. I start a load of laundry and dishes. My husband comes out to get some medicine, tells me I look like crap (I love you too) and orders me to drink some medicine and go back to bed. He promises me there will be tons of dishes and laundry to do when I am feeling better…..this doesn’t make me feel any better.
11:25am- 12:15pm: I sleep until I am woken up by the phone ringing. It seems that the five year old has a fever and needs to be picked up from school. My husband offers to go get him.
12:45pm: My five year old crawls in bed with me. He tells me he is sick. He tells me that his dad gave him medicine that tasted like yucky worm poop and he wants his mommy. I cuddle with him. He wants to watch cartoons so I turn my TV on. I attempt to fall back to sleep while listening to Teen Titans fight about meatballs.
1:05pm: The five year old is hungry and he wants Mario soup. I get up and look for Mario soup. We do not have Mario soup. We have Scooby Doo soup which taste exactly like Mario soup. He cries the world is ending he is sick and the only thing that will make him feel better is Mario soup. My husband tells me we are also out of tea and he would really like some tea. I agree to go to the store. My husband and I make a list of all of the things we need…..Mario soup, adult soup, more medicine, crackers, Gatorade, ginger ale, sleepy time tea, cereal for breakfast tomorrow.
1:15pm-2:00pm: I wander around the store looking for all the items on our list. I am still wearing my fuzzy pajama pants and a t-shirt. I really don’t care what I look like because I am miserable. I am losing my voice because of all the coughing. The cashier tells me that I should be at home in bed. She also uses hand sanitizer three times while ringing up my groceries. An old man at the cashier next to me is apologizing because he forgot his wallet. I notice he only has about $10 worth of items so I buy his groceries too. I have forgotten my wallet before and it stinks to have to run all the way home and come back. He thanks me and tells me he hopes I start feeling better soon.
2:00pm-3:15pm: We put away groceries and make soup. All three of us have soup and crackers at the table. My five year old tells me I am the best mommy in the world for getting him Mario soup. He proceeds to only eat about three bites of soup. My husband can’t eat his soup either. He says something about how his mother always made homemade soup and not the kind from the can. He must have realized I didn’t want to hear that because he tells me how much he loves me and he goes back to bed. He thinks he is dying. The ‘man’ flu is much worse that the ‘female’ flu. I know this because I googled it the other day when I couldn’t figure out why he was being so whiny.
3:15pm-4:00pm: My ten year old comes thru the door with six of his friends and they want an afternoon snack. I hand him two boxes of Girl Scout cookies and exile him and his friends to the basement. I ask them to be quiet and warn them that everyone upstairs is sick. They play some Zombie game on the PlayStation and talk loudly. I get blankets and make the five year old a fort on the living room couch. We cuddle and watch cartoons. I am still miserable but he needs his Mommy.
4:00pm-6:00pm: I go back and forth between my husband in the bedroom, my five year old in the living room, and the pre-teens in the basement. I’m feeling dizzy and weak and I can’t stop coughing. My voice is almost completely gone. Everyone needs something from me and they all keep calling my name. I need sleep but moms don’t get sick days….at least I don’t get sick days.
6:00pm-7:00pm: The ten year olds friends finally go home. I get another round of soup made and feed them all again. This time they actually eat it. My husband tells me I really am a good mom and wife and apologizes for the soup comments earlier. He makes me a bubble bath. The five year old who didn’t want to take a bath this morning now really wants my bath. He steals it and overfills the tub with bubbles. He is happy and it looks like he is feeling better.
7:00pm-8:00pm: The ten year old needs help with his homework. I help him with his multiplication word problems. I have a sinus headache. Honestly, it might be from the word problems.
8:00-9:00pm: I get the boys ready for bed. My husband is sleeping again. My ten year old reads a bedtime story to my five year old. I would normally do this but I have lost my voice. I am so proud of him for being nice to his brother.
9:00pm: I lay down to go to sleep. All I want to do is sleep.
9:05pm-11pm: My husband wakes me up. He says he can’t sleep anymore and he wants to know if I want to watch the new episode of our favorite TV show with him. I get up and get us some medicine and make us some tea and then we lay in bed and watch TV. We also talk. It has been four days since we have really seen each other. He kisses me and tells me he loves me. I know he must really love me because my nose is all red and snotty and I look like crap.
11pm: We go to sleep
11:30pm: I can hear the five year old having a coughing fit. I get up and get him some medicine. I fluff his pillow and then I rub his back until he falls back to sleep.
11:45pm: I go back to sleep.
Hi my name is Tiffany and I have two sons who keep me extremely busy. I have been with My husband since I was fifteen (This is our 19th year together). We have a non-traditional family. My husband stays at home with the boys and I have three degrees and work fulltime for the railroad. I think the best way to describe being the only female in a house full of guys is that it’s like up and deciding one day to move to a foreign country. You read all the books about your new home and you feel prepared. Then you get there and it becomes painfully obvious that you don’t understand the culture, you can’t speak the language, and your interpreter is drunk. I realized after talking to other boy moms that we can learn how to survive it with help from each other. I blog about my crazy life with boys at hashtaglifewithboys.com.