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Sick kids...oh the joy

There is nothing quite as glamorous as being woken by your five year old telling you that he vomited in his bed, twice, on one night.  After cleaning up the mess twice, and basically not sleeping, you can imagine this mother's absolute frustration when Luka's school then phones and tells me that she is coughing, to such an extent that you need to come and get her, immediately. 

As mothers we always need to be on call, we need to answer our phones all the time, we need to wake up in the middle of the night, immediately and clean up vomit.  We need to keep track of the entire family's social schedules, just in case.  

As a mother you are on call twenty four seven, three sixty five, you cannot lose patience, you cannot stop answering your phone, you cannot disappear and go to the spa for a week, you cannot spend the day on the golf course with no phone. 

So tonight I am putting on my pajamas extra early, and I am running for the bed at eight with the kids, we will be eating scrambled eggs and toast for supper, we will not watch tv, we will not read books or get distracted by any activities that could possibly interfere with my sleep...

They say that as you get older you sleep less.  I used to think that it was some weird aging thing, rest assured people, its not, it is kids that keep us up,today  because if vomit, tomorrow because of unsuitable friends and significant or insignificant others and in the end, we just stay awake all the time. 


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