My mother always says you can’t be ill when you are a mum however what if you are?
It has been a long two weeks. It started off well; he who helped create them got himself a new job which has kept us away from the value beans for a little while longer. The downside to the new role was that he would have to spend the first two weeks in Leeds, 400 miles away from me and the three hungry mouths he has to feed. Still I actually quite looked forward to a bit of peace. Could have been nice if I had got some.
Firstly I found myself victim of a hijack, Mr Nasty Bug decided to move into my stomach and take up residence, one night he even invited his mates Mr Sic kend and Mrs Diana Rhea over for a party (sorry). Have you ever tried breastfeeding a baby when your stomach is off riding a rollercoaster? I can’t even bring myself to confess some of the places I have fed this week.
At least I had respite between the hours of 8.55 and 3.15 until Mr Nasty Bug decided misery wanted a little bit of company. I had just settled down on the sofa wrapped in blankets, when I heard a cry from above; “My eyes, my eyes”. Thinking that Twin boy had somehow discovered my photo album from my University days I dashed upstairs to be confronted by a dripping tearful child who had thrown up in his sleep on his back and covered his own head – he gets that skill from his Dad.
As the week continues Mr Nasty Bug moved out and a cold moved in, twin girl has been afflicted with an ear ache and tooth ache so she got to stay home for a couple of days as well. Twin boy had a bash at going back to school but it must have been too much for him as he returned home poorlier than before. So today was the culmination of events, no one went to school after I slept outside the bathroom as it made life easier and the twins competed to see who could get the highest temperature it just seemed pointless.
All feeling slightly rested and dare I say a little bit better this evening we were chatting between us as the golden time of 7pm swiftly approached. We were discussing who has been the most ill. Really I thought the title must go to me, I have been ill the longest and had the most variety, I have also continued to nourish one child albeit supplemented by the occasional broccoli stick, and have cared and nursed for the other two. However not wanting to not be top dog twin boy started to list all his ailments, I would list them however I didn’t hear a word. A sudden horror fell over me; my eyes stared at him as he continued to bleat on about his tummy, his eyes and everything else that ached. I couldn’t believe it, after the amount of bodily fluids I had cleaned up in the last ten days, alone without any other grown up to help me someone had decided that enough clearly wasn’t enough. Whilst twin boy went on and on I stood up silently, went to the bathroom, got the bottle, sat down again with the comb and proceeded to start to remove the ugly little blighters that I had just seen crawl across my lovely boys skull.
Roll on the weekend, its Daddy time.
Your head itches now doesn’t it……?
That makes me smile a little……!