FLU: any of several virus diseases marked especially by respiratory or intestinal symptoms
Here’s a post from last week’s fever-induced poetry session:
Mommy needs a sick day
That her contract doesn’t provide
I’m usually eager to see you
But today I want to hide.
I hear the pitter patter of your feet
You’re awake and coming near
From 1 to 10, how bad would it be
If I pretended I wasn’t here?
What I want more than anything
Is to stay under my covers
Perhaps you could canvass the neighborhood
Looking for a temporary mother.
No, that won’t work – they’ll call the cops.
So I gear up for what’s ahead
Breakfast, clothes and brushing teeth
Just as soon as I’m out of bed.
There is no rest for the weary
It’s time to face the day
My glands are ten times normal size
Can I submit for hazard pay?
No. There’s no extra compensation
For mothers with the flu
We still cook and clean and carpool
Because that’s what mothers do.
But, someday when I’m old and gray
The tables will be turned
I’ll be living in your basement
Collecting what I’ve earned.