Being a grown up has its perks. I can stay up late. I can drive my own car which I paid for. I can go to a bar and order a tasty Cosmo. But it also has its cons.
I am sick. I have been sick for the past week. This is when I wish I wasn't a grown up. I wish a was little girl again. When I was a child if I became sick, I would go to my mom and she would touch my head and tell me I could stay home from school. She would tell me go back to bed. My mom would bring me toast and chocolate milk in bed. I would be able to watch tv and doze off, if I felt tired. She would bring me an extra blanket, if I was still cold.
She would check in on me and give me my medicine. I hated this part because back then the medicine tasted nasty. Kids today have it made. The medicine tastes like candy. I never had trouble giving it to the kids when they were little. Tylenol has cherry and grape flavors. I could have used this when I was a kid. The worst was the cough medicine. Come to think of it Robitussin still tastes nasty.
Being a grown up, I have to give myself the cough medicine and I swear they are making the print smaller on the bottle. Which is not good when I can't read it on a good day. My eyes hurt so trying to focus was a little tough. After throwing that bad boy back and wanting to gag, I got ready for work.
No one to tell me "oh Hun, don't go in you should stay home from work." Bill takes good care of me when he is around but he is working the night shift this past week. We are like two ships in the night. I leave before he comes home and I come home and he is ready to leave for work. It doesn't happen all the time but I needed some TLC earlier this week. Even if he was around to say this to me, I would have still gone in to work. I am a big girl.
All I need is good medicine and hot tea and I am good to go. I am after all a grown up, but times like this I miss my mommy.
Getting Better Abbie