Being a parent can be really tough at the best of times, but during the hard times, it is especially difficult. This week has been particularly shit in terms of parenting, as I have spent the past four days suffering with a horrid sickness bug which completely wiped me out. Without going into too much detail, I will simply say that I have never been more thankful for the toilet being in such close proximity to the bath tub as I have during the past four days! I have often joked about taking part in crash diets to ‘lose a stone within a day’ but let me tell you- this particular episode has completely changed my mind upon such a thing.
Poor E also managed to catch the bloody bug and whilst the boys seemed to steer clear of the germs, us girls were banished to the bedroom under quarantine measures. Whilst we have now recovered from the worst, I still feel fairly delicate and have been struggling to get on with the day-to-day Mummy chores without having to stop for a breather every now and then. E isn’t back to full throttle either (thank god as I doubt I could cope), I am just hoping that by the weekend we will all be back in good fettle.
I had a week of playdates, park trips, playgroups and sunshine filled fun planned for the kids and I. It would all have been fabulous and very instagram friendly of course… As it was, the only fabulous occurence to take place this week was checking my suspiciously smelling daughter to find that indeed, it was just a fart after all. It has literally been us girls, the same four walls, up to six wash loads a day and a sick bowl close by none stop for four days solid. I haven’t even bothered to read or to watch the box and that right there, means I must have been ill!
I am hoping to be back at work tomorrow evening all being well. I feel it is time to get my shit together that would be good following the past four days… and to get back on track generally for the weekend.