It's just a flesh wound

I'm not feeling well. No, let me amend that. I am sick. There I said it. Admitting sickness is not easy when you're a mom. The main reason being, there is just no point. Really there’s not.

After all, the things that need getting done still need getting done. The packing of lunches, making of appointments, sewing patches on karate uniforms, whatever. This list is endless and yours alone.

Although hearing some kind words of concern is always nice. I’m sure we all hear something similar.

Oh, sorry you’re not feeling well. Would you mind putting the coffee on?

You were up all night? That really sinks. Remember I'm working late than going out for drinks tonight.

You really should take it easy today. I'm late for the train. Would you drag the trash out front?

Feel free to add your own. I need to go puke.