The boys are still sick. Mr. Geeky is very sick. He was up in the middle of the night. It’s not pretty. I do not do well in the caretaker role. It’s actually quite amazing that I took on this whole mom thing which implies that I have a nurturing personality. I do not. I did “take care” of my stuffed animals when I was younger, but that was after I operated on them. I had a distant bedside manner. I still do.

It’s not that I don’t feel sympathy. I do. It’s just that I don’t like being depended on that much. I don’t like having to cart drinks and meals up to the sickbed or making people feel comfortable. I don’t like making sure people are taking their medicine and checking temperatures frequently. I think it’s partly because that usually when I get sick, no one really takes care of me. I take care of myself. I get my own drinks and medicine. I tend to myself. I also don’t get sick that often.

I’m taking a half-day today, not because the boys are sick, but to attend a school play and a conference. I guess I’ll have to do my best to play Florence Nightingale during that time, too. Sigh. Survival of the fittest, indeed.