I had planned to take a vacation day this week. Partly because I need a vacation. But mostly, because I have days that must be used or I am going to lose them.
I wish my contract had built-in days that had to be taken for vacation. No exceptions. No unexpected meetings. No crisis to interrupt them.
If this were the case, it would give me something to look forward to and force me to take some time off.
Kind of like Thanksgiving… of course without the turkey or the pilgrims. Although, I wouldn’t mind eating turkey on my mandatory day off. And if it would help, I could take a couple of pilgrims golfing. After all, how good could they be? I am thinking the big hats would get in the way of their swing.
But, I am getting off the subject at hand.
My master plan was coming together… the vacation day was scheduled, perfect weather forecasted, and a list of outdoor chores a mile long.
It was going to be a great day full of sunshine, quiet, and accomplishments. And by accomplishments, I mean mowing and weed eating (or as I like to call it… my dream retirement).
What could possibly go wrong?
Once again, the unexpected reared its ugly head.
The flu. So technically, its ugly head wasn’t reared… but bent over the toilet.
The night before my vacation day was to take place, my daughter was overtaken by disease.
She had a fever, chills, headaches and all of the gross sickness things that involve numerous trips to the bathroom… if she was lucky enough to make it (feel bad for her if you like, but I was left to deal with the overspray).
Since I already had a day off planned, it made sense for me to stay home with her and let mom go to work.
It wasn’t the perfect day I had planned, but when you are a parent this is the price you pay if you want at least a 50/50 chance that your only child will take care of you when old age kicks in (I am trying to stay on her good side because I really don’t want to live in a nursing home… they are hot and smell like old people).
You would think sick days are the complete opposite of school days, but I found that they have a lot of similarities.
At various times both have headaches, crying, trips to the restroom (at school running boys out of them and during a sick day trying to get my daughter into one), long hours, moms calling to check in, and quiet times followed by total mayhem.
So on my vacation day which didn’t turn out to be much of a vacation, I learned staying at home is just like school.
Except for one thing.
When my daughter got sick, I instinctively called out for a janitor.
I waited patiently, then called out again.
Just me. And my very sad daughter. And what looked like dinner from 2 nights ago.
So, I cleaned up the hallway myself.
I hate sick days. Sometimes it is easier just to be at school.
Maybe next time, the janitor could stay home with her.
I know… I know… she is definitely going to put me in a nursing home.