Sunday, February 24, 2008

Even The Sick Dogs Took Pity

I wish I could say that I spent the last week busily living my life, engaged in fun activities, visiting new friends, walking about in the sunshine, exploring the trails of my new little oasis. But I can't. Instead I spent the last week wishing my mom would magically appear at the door, chicken soup in hand, send me straight off to bed, and then swoop off with my kids on some day long adventure.

Last Monday, the little head cold I had turned into a wicked, awful, debilitating sinus infection.

I spent my week in throbbing pain, feverish and dizzy (sometimes a bit delusional), trying to keep my kids fed and out of trouble while I whimpered in the corner praying for a merciful death. Darling husband tried to help out best he could, he drove the kids back and forth to Kindergarten/Pre-school in the morning, he tried to get home from work as early as possible, he made dinner and did the shopping. But as many of you moms out there know, there is no rest for momma! No, they would raise you from the dead in some strange black voodoo ritual and force your reanimated zombie body to fetch them juice and arbitrate arguments over the last red lego block.

My only salvation lay in that my younger 2 children were also sick so they were napping more than usual. And one afternoon the stars aligned and 2 out of 3 children were asleep in bed with me for a couple of hours while my oldest got the whole house to himself. I only had to deal with the occasional sleep disturbing calls of, “Mom. Mooooom. Mom!... Never mind”.

I only have a bit of pain in my sinuses now. In a few more days I’ll be all better and back to my normal healthy self (insert crack re. my mental health here). Boy, I’m so looking forward to getting back into the swing of regular life again.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

It isn't the "Mooooom!" that's the problem. It's the "Never mind" that makes me worry.
I hope your household is feeling better.