Sick Day

Working with kids means getting sick. Today I stayed home sick from work and it got me thinking – sick days when you’re an adult are nowhere near as fun as they were when you were a kid.

When I stayed home sick from school as a kid, my momma was there. She would bring my pillows and blankets downstairs to the couch and let me watch tv. I would always watch the Price Is Right. (Maybe I should add that to my bucket list?) She would give me juice or tea, or if I was really lucky, Sprite! This was a big treat for me, weirdo, I know. She would make me toast or soup and always Jell-O. Jell-O makes you feel so much better!! Once dinner rolled around, I was usually feeling well enough to eat some cereal or scrambled eggs.

Today I slept in (and missed the Price Is Right) and made myself soup for lunch and made myself some tea that wasn’t very good. Boo! Someone should start a business of nannies that come to your house and take care of you when you’re sick. You can give them a checklist of supplies they will need and remedies you require.

Do you have fond memories of your sick days or am I the only nut? Do you believe in the healing power of Jell-O? What remedies did your momma use on you or what remedies do you use for your own little ones?


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5 Responses to Sick Day

  1. Suz says:

    So sorry you’re sick… Wish I could pop over and take care of you. 🙂

  2. Lori says:

    Sorry – can’t send Jello in the mail! Feel better!

  3. Meg says:

    Go get some Korean tofu soup from tofu-ya on Sawtelle, north of Olympic, gauranteed to make you feel better!

  4. joanne says:

    sorry you’re sick, kir, but now you’re home with your mom! my mom believed in the healing power of canned chicken noodle soup. now, as an adult, i like lipton noodle soup and saltine crackers. always makes things better!

  5. Joe says:

    Staying home sick is a pleasure pretty much confined to youth. I’ve reached a point where I hate to waste a sick day on a day when I’m actually sick. And as much as I enjoyed being babied when sick, I’ve also grown to prefer being alone, and left alone, when I have anything more serious than the sniffles.


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