You might want to log out of this now if you have an aversion to moans! Otherwise, read on. But I’m warning you, I need loads of sympathy – you know the type; ‘you poor thing’ or ‘God love you’ – anything that will increase my self-indulgent wallowing!
So here’s the thing! I’m sick. Not just ‘cough cough’ sick but ‘flat on my back, temp of 103, dizzy, chest infection, ear infection, sinus infection’ kind of sick! What I want to know is; where do I ring in sick to? Can anyone tell me that because I can’t seem to get through to anyone!
To bring you back to last friday, my husband had a leg injury. Well I won’t go into the details but suffice it to say it was sore, he went to bed, I looked after him. Breakfast in bed, lunch in bed, coffee in bed, magazines, tv remote control – anything to make his life more comfortable.
Anyway, he went back to work yesterday and I got sick! This morning I could hardly lift my head off the pillow I was feeling so bad. I turned to ask my husband if he could stay a little longer to help organise the children when I heard a ‘bye love, I’m off’ and he was gone! I dragged my aching body out of bed and got the four children up. I won’t bore you with the details of the next hour but you know how it goes; make breakfasts, pack lunches, empty dishwasher, load dishwasher, etc, etc. My only saving grace was one of the school Mums offering to come and bring my youngest to school. The others all walked so she was my fairy godmother.
Now why can’t life be as simple for me as it is for my husband? Don’t get me wrong – he’s a great Dad and husband and does loads around the house, but the fact remains that he goes to work and no matter how sick I am, I still have to do my job at home! Us Mums should have understudies who are ready to step into the breach when we’ve been struck down ill. How wonderful would that be? ‘Hello. I’d like to organise for my replacement for today and tomorrow please. My doctor says I’m unfit for duty and should take to my bed for a couple of days.’ If only!!
Anyway, I’m feeling much better after my little rant – well, mentally anyway. Physically, I’m not doing too good. My fairy godmother is arriving again in the morning to take my youngest to school (thanks Caroline) and I’m planning on a nice long morning in bed.
I’ll check in again when my mood has lifted and my rose coloured glasses are placed firmly back on my nose!