Being ill when you’re a mum is rubbish. Whereas in a pre mummy life, you’d have taken yourself off to bed with enough trashy magazines to last you for the duration or headed for a hot bath with something medicinal, these options no longer apply with a toddler to consider.
Since Baby O started nursery 12 months ago he has managed to pass on 3 sickness viruses and I’m pretty sure he’s responsible for the flu-like symptoms I’m currently experiencing. He himself never gets ill. but I’m convinced he’s the carrier. I’ve had 10 years of not being sick (well, apart from self inflicted alcohol related incidents), so I’m positive it’s not a coincidence.
I’m a rubbish sick person, all I want to do is curl up on the couch on my own, under the duvet and watch weepies (The Notebook and The Lake House were my usual poorly movie favourites), but Baby O doesn’t allow for this. You see, toddlers really don’t care that you’re not well. They still want to play and you still need to entertain them.
And I have to say my husband is no better, he rarely gets ill so I get no sympathy from him. Earlier this year I’d phoned in sick for work after spending most of the night throwing up for him to say “well, we don’t need to take Baby O to nursery today then.” Ermm, let me think about that. A day at home watching me clinging to the toilet bowl or a day filled with fun at nursery, that we will have to pay for regardless of whether he goes or not. Yes dear, genius idea!
So despite me wanting to hide away today we have managed to go to the park, go to swimming lessons, go shopping, played with most of the toys in the house, provide 3 meals and snacks, which involved me trying not to throw up as Baby O tried to feed me the chewed up ham he’d spat out of his own mouth. Enough to make you want to puke on the best of days! All of this done without the benefit of an hours nap break as my son has decided that napping is for wimps and he’d much rather fight the tiredness and then spend all afternoon being a grump.
Bedtime is now in sight, so we are starting to chill before bath-time, stories and bed. At 7:05pm I will be wallowing in a hot bath with a large glass of wine (purely for medicinal purposes) and hoping that after a good nights sleep I’ll be feeling better tomorrow.
Being a poorly mum sucks!