No, that’s not on my list of things I’d like to hear at the end of a day struggling through with the flu.
The “swimming pool” is now emptied down to a manageable quantity (rather than one with waves any more) and I’ve put the mop down temporarily to sit and catch my breath.
It’s been a rough last three weeks: 16 days of constant headaches (of which my birthday was in the middle of) really does your head in in more ways than one. It’s been hard to concentrate, and I’ve been worried about what the cause was. Blood tests, blood pressure, checks for those serious causes of headaches all came back negative. Then I started feeling confused about whether I had the headache at any point in time, I’d had it for so long it was hard to remember what not having one was like.
It was only when I talked about all the books I’ve been reading lately to someone I know when they asked a key question: have you had your eyes checked lately? I hadn’t, so I did and it turns out I need glasses for reading, computer work, watching TV or long distance driving. All the book reading I’d been doing at the end of the day when my eyes were tired from working on the computer and then watching a little TV was just a bit too much for my eyes to take it seems.
I was relieved that was the answer. I’ve eased off reading (sniff, sniff), taken regular breaks from the computer during the workdays and longer ones during the weekend and the headaches have subsided.
Then I got the flu. Now is there some sort of Mum-flu variety which means you lose your voice? I’ve had it twice in the last couple of months and I can’t remember losing it before that. Rather frustrating trying to whisper “Nooooo!” to a 14 month old, or indeed whisper anything to anyone. The coughing-yourself-to-sleep routine is also not the nicest, especially for my lovely husband who has been trying to get a little bit of sleep next to me. Of course, this is compounded by Mr. 14 month old with a really high fever and ear-piercing screams and Mr 3.5 with disgusting conjunctivitis in both eyes.
I was angry about the swimming pool in the bathroom, but he didn’t do it to be naughty so I’m not even angry with him. I provided him the means (large flannel to wash the tiger face paint off his face while he was in the shower) and the time (long shower while I tidied the bench, feeling proud of myself for getting the energy together to do some cleaning).
It was only this morning that without prompting (or even me around) Mr 3.5 helped another adult pick up all the discarded Christmas wrapping paper at the end of year function. Having another Mum come and tell you that she’d like to borrow him to teach her boys some manners made me so proud. I just can’t be angry with him for long.
Oh yes, that’s right the bathroom. I guess there goes all the towels I just washed.