I have a cold, is that worthy of a blog post? Maybe not. Should I write it anyway? Hell to the yeah. Let me fill you in. These past three weeks I have been so ill. I have been struggling with a chest infection and other winter cold symptoms. Every now and then I wake up feeling like Ive turned a corner and I’m on the mend then BAM a new ailment hits me.
Luckily my children are at a less demanding age now as they can talk and walk (even scoot off to school) so there have been some small mercies. Don’t let this waver your sympathy levels though.
I think part of the reason I’ve not managed to get better is because I haven’t slowed down. I only have one speed. I have still been going to blogging events I guess mainly because I’m too scared to say no. I am still amazed people read my blog and I’m riding that wave for as long as I can!
The biggest struggle I have had has been the guilt. I have been staying indoors as much as possible and Sonny has had to endure lots of ‘lazy days’ with me.
Last weekend the children were excited for Winter Wonderland. When I woke up I couldn’t stand due to stomach pains. I’m guessing a combination of coughing all night and one too many paracetamols were the culprit.
I couldn’t bare to disappoint them and so off to London we went. Just a two and a half hour car ride each way. The whole time I just wanted to be back home in bed. The highlight of the day was my meltdown over not being able to strap the boys into a spinning car ride. I guess I was acting like a two year old as I got a talking to from Si.
Theres nothing more uplifting than being told to ‘fucking sort yourself out’ by your husband while holding a hot dog. As rude as it was I definitely needed that metaphorical slap in the face. That and a few goes on the dodgems where I bumped the crap out of Si’s car was all I needed to be friends again. (*slips divorce papers back into handbag)
Don’t ever believe it when people say romance is dead.
It always amazes me that parents (often mothers) just have to cope when they are poorly. Pretending to put out fires like fireman Sam through a coughing fit isn’t the one. There should be an emergency NHS child care service.
I do envy those women whose husbands or partners take time off when they are poorly but that just isn’t how Si and I are. We are tough on each other. Push each other without sympathy. I never would admit I need help and he is often too scared to offer it. I like to think I would have made a great spartan.
I believe there is something really admirable in admitting you can’t cope but I just don’t have that in me. So I am hoping that I turn a corner next week. Mainly because I need to get outdoors. All these fresh frosty days I could be enjoying, but also because this is my favourite month and I’m absolutely missing it under a paracetamol cloud.
So if I’ve seemed a little off or lacking over the last few weeks then this is why. I am planning on a much happier few weeks.