5 minutes peace…

5 minutes peace, that’s all I need at the moment. A chance to rest my head, a chance to lie in a warm bath, a chance to have a little nap.
After falling victim to the flu, which i fended off for 4 weeks, I can do no more and the utter bugger of a lurgie has struck me down like lightening might strike a blasphemer in the Vatican.

I know it’s been said many times before, but nothing can prepare you for the utter crapness that is being a parent when you’re unwell. I’m fully aware that I only have flu and I should think myself lucky that I don’t have an ongoing, life changing illness to cope with, but nonetheless, it’s been a hideous few days.

I’m glad it’s the Easter holidays in a way as I’ve not had to get up early, attempt to improve my puffy-eyed, snotty faced appearance (I’m not sure anything would improve that at the moment, I look like an extra from The Walking Dead) walk the 40 minute round trip to school and back and pretend to be chirpy and bid everyone good morning and reply “I’m good thanks!” when actually I want to curl up in a ball and rock gently in the corner of a room…

The downside of it being Easter holidays means that all 3 boys are at home and I’m in charge of them all. Despite my eldest having this exact same bug last week, therefore completely understanding how I feel, he’s been an utter wotsit the last few days. His poor middle brother doesn’t have to do much to annoy the pants off him – breathing too loudly was one annoyance the other day….yes, really. And sadly, the middle one seems to thrive off the fact he can wind his older brother up so easily so does it even more.

I asked them, no, pleaded with them, yesterday and today to behave. I’ve sorted some craft bits for them (even the poxy playdoh has made an appearance), we watched some films, they’ve played football in the garden, they’ve played computer Games, they’ve done some reading, they’ve done some writing practice, but all the while, I’ve had to play ringmaster and I really haven’t felt like being in a circus the last few days.

You worry before you become a parent about your kids getting poorly, taking time off work, making sure they’re ok, juggling things, but I never even gave it a second thought as to what happens when I then get sick. The fact is, even when you’re sick, you’re not allowed to be. You have to carry on.

When my husband is poorly, he’s in bed, he’s resting, I’m tending to him and getting him drinks and medicine, i’m keeping the kids quiet and entertained so he can recouperate. When I’m sick, however, I have no choice but to keep calm (kind of) and carry on. There’s washing to be done, there’s nappies to change, there’s meals and drinks to be made, there’s kids to keep an eye on, there’s a dishwasher to be emptied and loaded, there’s rubbish to be taken out….the list goes on. And if I stop, everything stops.

It’s actually quite a responsibility and it’s dawned on me more and more whist I’ve felt unwell. In fact, the thought of dealing with it all can be quite overwhelming.

The toddler has been in an epic grump today – he had a 30 minute tantrum earlier because I had an arm full of washing and I couldn’t carry him down the stairs at the same time. The fact he is quite able to negotiate the stairs by himself (both by walking and bum shuffling) was apparently irrelevant and he went into meltdown mode in quite epic style. He’s also demanded “juice!!!” approximately 12 times today. No joke. Even when the “juice” is actually water, he still guzzles it and then demands more 2 minutes later. I might just buy and fill a couple of cat bowls up with water and snacks and let him tuck into them to save my legs and what’s left of my sanity…

I should be able to ‘down tools’ once daddy is home but actually, daddy is so knackered after his day at work (and often doesn’t get home until late) that it’s still all hands on deck until I’ve got all the monsters in bed. 7pm has never looked so appealing to me….

I can only contribute the fact that I came down with this bug after abstaining from Gin for 7 days….I told you all it was medicinal. Never again will I make such a silly decision.

To all you Mums and Dads who have to continue to parent while you’re poorly – you’re awesome. There is nothing harder than feeling like a turd with glitter on (translation: I’ve managed to put some makeup on today but I still look like utter crap) whilst having to maintain the status quo and keep a feral tribe of tiny humans alive.

Here’s hoping my lurgie Sod’s off within the next couple of days. A medicinal gin has my name on it when it does.

I hope all of you guys are avoiding the bugs….? They’re mutant this year i think!

 Flu survival kit…. 

  




Northumberland Holiday: Day 2 (and Britmums Daily Photo Challenge: Day 27 – Easter)

Morning broke on day 2 of our Northumberland Holiday and we woke up to…..blue skies!!!!! Yes, sunshine!

I thought I had more of a chance of waking up to find the news that Donald Trump had been uncovered as a Robot who was severely malfunctioning and had been sent for a reboot as soon as possible…

Amazingly the toddler and the middle one weren’t up at the crack of a sparrows fart and slept in until 6:45am. I hope all of your munchkins weren’t bouncing about like Easter rabbits too early either! The eldest one is still very much man down with flu and apart from a little wander down to the beach whilst riding a calpol high, he’s been in bed being sick. Whatever form of flu he has, it’s a nasty one and looking like it’ll be a few more days until he even looks at his Easter eggs. Bless his heart.

The other two were straight into the living room to have a look at what the evil ‘Easter bunny’ (aka, mum and dad) had bought. Luckily for me they were happy with their little haul and munched on an egg of choice before breakfast – standard Easter procedure.



After eating the ears off a kinder bunny and smashing open a kinder egg just to get the crap toy out of it (yes, thank you for that crazy YouTube kinder egg lady!!!) we had some breakfast and kitted ourselves up for another walk down to the beach so Luke, my eldest, could have a look because he didn’t see it yesterday (the wonders of calpol…he was literally all better, ate half a bacon sarnie and walked 3/4 of a mile to the beach because he demanded to get outside, then on the way back, he crashed and burned bless his heart. It’s so rubbish when they’re poorly. You’d do anything to make them better and take the illness off them yourself….)

The walk to the beach was much more pleasant than yesterday and the sun was shining down on the sea. Unfortunately, once down on the beach, the wind felt like it was at storm force 11 and it was whipping the sand into us at a rate of knotts. Free Skin exfoliation, yes, but also very painful! 😂🙈


We tried to fly our kite but the wind was so strong it just kept making the thing stack it at speed into the sand so we gave up, drew some pictures in the sand and then had a walk along the edge of the sea to watch the waves.



On the walk back, the toddler was over the moon to see the cows in the field and meowed at them to bid them good day as usual (everything is meowing at the moment – even whilst he’s asleep he meows….better than his usual favourite thing to shout which is ‘Willy!’)

The rest of the day has been spent cooking a roast dinner, playing nurse to my eldest and reading some of the books off the cottage bookshelf….I came across this gem earlier. It’s an annual from 1979 for girls called, Princess Tina, and is full of useful articles for girls ‘coming of age’ such as:

  1. How to make an apron out of an old dress – you know, for when they resign themselves to a life of cleaning and pleasing a man by cooking him dinner and being a dutiful housewife.
  2. How to draw a tree – sketching is the most suitable activity for a young woman as sport is frowned upon and would cause you to ‘glow’ too much.
  3. The story of the Jungle Book and another of a cartoon mermaid – because anything else like science and natures are apparently too far beyond the realms of female understanding.

Gotta love the sexism of the 1970’s…..

Oh, and to top it off, the pin up boy in the Centre of the annual was, wait for it….

Prince Charles! 😂🙈 – he looked so suarve! 😉🙈👑💋


Hopefully, I’ll wake tomorrow and Luke will be feeling better, the sun will be shining and I might manage to eat an Easter egg (I’ve not had even one today because I’ve been preoccupied with helping my eldest) and nor have I had any gin. Today is a bad day….onwards and upwards as they say.x

 

My Lukey reading a book off the bookshelf about Greek Mythology…one of the only times he felt well enough to do something other than sleep…

And finally….

My photo for my Britmums daily photo challenge today: The word was – Easter.

I took a creme egg out for a walk to the beach (as you do when you don’t have a dog…) but I couldn’t eat it because the sand flying about would’ve stuck to it and added extra roughage and calories so he lived to see another day.

Here is Mr Creme Egg having ┬álie down on the beach. He said it was really Eggcellent and that the severe wind situation was no yolk…. (Sorry!!) 😉😂🐰