As I sit here sipping sugary tea and nibbling (mostly) dry toast, it is day 8 of the hell that began last Thursday night with our trip to A&E with Adam puking blood.
It continued with Simon throwing up on Sunday and Adam cranky and pulling his ear.
It went further on Wednesday with Adam back at nursery but me at my biggest clients for meetings all day.
And then yesterday I woke up feeling achy and tired and with a headache. Simon had to go to work for Open Days, when the 6th Formers (7th years? What are they called now?!) come to see the University. So I was at home with an active 2 year old and find myself vomiting. Things compounded when said 2 year old was just falling asleep after lunch and I had to basically throw him into bed to go puke. Yeah. He didn’t sleep. Luckily Simon got home by 230 and I headed to bed. And spent the evening and part of the night throwing up.
And so the house is falling to bits.
You see, I have a schedule for cleaning. I hate cleaning, as most people do, so if I don’t put it into my phone with a reminder and a day to do it, it won’t get done. Or it will get done only on weekends which leaves no family time.
So I set a schedule. This past Monday I was suppose to clean the bathrooms, for example. Adam was home from nursery and, as I recall, napped for about 10 minutes, so that didn’t happen.
Wednesday I was suppose to change the beds, catch up on my laundry folding and hoover the bedrooms and hallway. I was at my client site all day.
Today, Friday, I should be running (toddler free!) errands and tidying and hoovering the front rooms and finishing laundry.
Instead, I’m sipping sweet tea, eating (mostly) dry toast and am about to head back to bed.
So the bathrooms need a wipe. The floors need a hoover. And you can’t get into the spare bedroom for all the clothes piled up to be folded. We are almost out of nappies, I need to put 2 cheques into the bank, my finally repaired jeans need to be picked up from the tailor, we are nearly out of juice and milk. It’s Friday night so pudding and wine need to be bought.
Instead, I’m sipping sweet tea, eating (mostly) dry toast and am about to head back to bed.
Adam threw a major strop about going to nursery, I imagine because he basically didn’t see me from about 230 yesterday until 730 this morning and this whole week has been weird. So he’s been promised a trip to the museum on Sunday; a cross my heart, pinky swear, high five promise that I wouldn’t go back on if you held a gun to my head.
Oh and I think I have some emails to send for my biggest client.
So the house is falling to bits and I really should do something about some of this stuff.
Instead, I’m sipping sweet tea, eating (mostly) dry toast and am about to head back to bed.
What an awful few days! I hope everyone is feeling better by the weekend. As for the laundry etc sometimes it just has to pile up. All of our clothes are still in boxes from the move because we have no wardrobes to put them in and had no time to go get any. Any washed clothes just get piled higher and higher in the spare room. As long as no one gets buried under them I figure it’s ok.
Having said that pudding and wine are necessities so have simon pick that up on his way home!!
Keep drinking sweet tea and eating (mostly) dry toast until you feel better. You can sort the house out next week.
Under the theory that pudding and wine are good even if you they go down once and then come back up (!) go enjoy:-)
Think Anna’s attitude is great. As long as no one gets buried under the clothes, no worries!!
So Adam is old enough to be bribed? What happened to your baby boy?