This is the exact time of year that the sick days seem to become a regular part of the week.  One kid down, then another, and another.  Soon dad is in bed with the dreaded “man cold’ and our plans are halted.

There is coughing, sneezing, fevers and continuous calls for water/tea/snacks. Calls for “more meds” and extra blankets. Request, after request, after request.

So, I have created a system (I am all for systems, if you didn’t already know)

First, the sick individual is encouraged to return to bed and “sleep it off”. If this is refused, they are sent to the basement to curl up on a chair, smothered in blankets, with a table full or drinks, meds and snacks.

Fires are lit and love is given.
And then, after an appropriate amount of nurturing, I turn on netflix.

See, I’m not sick, and I have spent many a day being a human couch, and I just can’t do it anymore.  To lie there with a child draped over me, oozing snot and coughing their noxious exhalations in my direction is as close to hell as I can imagine.

So, I remove my healthy self from their general vicinity, and find their personal netflix stream of choice.   I bring a continual supply of warm drinks and go about my day, letting the sick relax into their day.

The kids love to dabble in the old school shows like Friends, and Fresh Prince.  My son, of course, can spend countless hours watching Pokeman.

And the hubby?  Give him history, or espionage (and cup after cup of hot milky tea) and he will be back on his feet in no time.

Probably just in time for me to fall sick (and spend the day watching Grey’s Anatomy)