More Sick Days

 Well, here it is again.  Another sick day, and not for the primary parent.  I woke up the other day, normal routine and it was while brushing E's hair she mentioned her father was sick.  Odd, because the night before I heard them on Facetime, and he didn't sound sick.  Regardless, I called and text him on my way to work that morning.  'I assume you won't be taking the kids this weekend considering you're sick?'

He called back, and I could definitely hear how sick he was.  Was I upset he was sick? Eh, I mean you can't be upset if someone is sick.  I was upset only for the fact he knew he was sick and wanted to wait it out the next day to see how bad it was.  Ironically, it's the Friday he should be picking up the kids for visitations.  All I said was, 'Next time, just let me know you are sick so I can do my job as a parent to tell the kids, or you can tell them.'

R had plans for a date night, but we changed that around and took the kids because it doesn't bother us at all if we have them on a weekend scheduled for my ex.  

I do not nor will I ever have the kids go with J while he's sick, however it does frustrate me when R and I are sick and we still parent.  The 'every other weekend' parent has less responsibilities when it comes to the kids.   This is where a lot of frustration comes in, because they complain, they throw a pity party, but the primary parent can be just as sick and still know how to provide.  Let me rephrase that.  They continue to provide, because that's what a parent does.  

I'll never forget last year, R and I were both sick and by sick, I mean we had it coming out of both ends.  We took over the master and guest bathroom at the same time.  In between the massive explosions, we still took care of the kids and were able to keep them from contracting whatever hellacious virus deciding to camp out in our bodies.  That's how you parent!

So, I had the honor to tell the kids they won't be going to their Father's house on Friday.  As always, they were upset.  Rightfully so, but people get sick and that's how it is.  Little J had the audacity to tell me it was my fault he and E couldn't go, but I had to inform him of previous moments. 

Every time little J or E get sick, I will immediately inform their father (on his weekends only) and its J who will decline having them over, so he doesn't get sick.  I'm okay with this, but I always have to argue with little J why because I'm the bad guy and he assumes I won't let him visit his father.  Quite the opposite my small minion.  

In other words, Friday was a 'same shit different day,' kind of day with my ex.  We were still able to make it about family and even over the weekend too.  Luckily, we were all able to find the positive in the negative.