Y. is home sick from school today with a mild fever and a cold that is causing him to produce such copious amounts of mucus that I'm in a serious state of regret about why snot isn't trading on the world's commodities markets. I'd be a rich woman, I tell you.
I'm feeling a little sketchy myself in terms of an annoying cold that I'm hoping doesn't get as bad as the boy's. Tariq offered to stay home, but because his job is more important than mine, er, I mean, he had some important meetings, I decided to stay home.
When Tariq announced that he wasn't going to be staying home with Y. and I was, my son actually cried. Let me repeat that in more dramatic words: MY SON WOULD RATHER GO TO SCHOOL THAN STAY HOME WITH ME. See, when Daddy stays home to take care of him, it's fun. Games and play time are the order of the day -- all day. When I stay home with him, it's all "Let's take a nap so you can feel better." Some of that is just good sense, most of it is that I'm projecting my lack of sleep for being the reason my children are sick. I'm pretty sure there's a medical study out there that relates a mother's sleep deprivation to her children's immune strength. If there is no such study, it's imperative that someone get on that.
When faced with my son's disappointment, I did what any parent would do: I promised him that we would play games all day and that it would be super fun. In retrospect, this was probably a bad idea. Besides the obvious problem of promising to make it "fun" for my son to stay home from school, I also implied that being popular with my son is more important than us both getting much needed rest. So far, we've made a tent city (the state of Arizona would be proud), made some patterns with blocks, taken random pictures with my NEW iPHONE 5 (!!!!), and played Scrabble.
Yes, I played Scrabble with my three year old. I mean, mostly it's like playing Scrabble with yourself. Luckily, he decided it was time to build trains before I lost. All in all, I think I might be finally be in the running for the title for "Most Coveted Parent to Stay with Home With When You're a Snot Machine."
The best part of all this is that Yusuf asked me for some "privacy" while he played with his Tinker Toys and then pronounced that he was so happy that I was the one who stayed home with him since Daddy had to work. I'll take what I can get.