What a weekend of sick kids, my own ear infection and crap weather taught me

It was inevitable. Well it must have been because that is what everyone with kids tells me when I explain the haggard look on my face. As soon as your husband goes away, they get sick.

I am sleep deprived, a little more insane than usual and surprisingly okay about it all. First weekend the surfer boy takes off, the kids get sick. Ear infections; so that means grizzling, a temperature, not much sleep, lots of visits to doctors and doctors to us and a very long weekend.

I had to take the Friday off work to care for them because, well, no-one else could really, with the main care giver away. And the fun began about lunchtime. The Wild Child, in all of his determined, will-not-be-made-to-do-anything-that-he-doesnt-want glory will not take medicine of any kind. Turns out this is not such a bad thing. He gets a temperature and proceeds to spend most of the next three days, other than a couple of good hours each morning, either lying on the couch watching telly, or asleep. Not so bad really.

The Stink, well he takes medicine like his life depends on it, he knows the stuff tastes like lollies and he is all over it. So really, he is annoying, grizzly and insists on sleeping in my bed and impersonating his Dad’s best snoring, but also not too bad. I get an ear infection too. Good times. So now I’m also on drugs, cant drink my way through the horrid weekend and feel like I did anyway.

The absolute lowlight, other than no sleep, was the worst part of sick kids, that you can’t hang out with anyone else that has kids. And in my world, no one else wants to hang out with me, so this is all I have. I missed out on an awesome catch up with two of my absolute besties, a rarity with newborns and big car ride in between. That sucks, no doubt about it.

But the rest was actually okay. You do realise how awesome your kids are when they are well, when they have a brief sickness. And you also realise how bloody lucky you are that these things are fleeting and so insignificant you can whinge about it. They didn’t eat much, so that reduced the cooking and cleaning which is a win. And when friends called in Sat arvo for a quick drink, I could have one without too many interruptions. (It truly is amazing how many times I say please don’t touch your brother when there are guests here.)

And you know what else. Surely they will be better next weekend. Well I hope so, I will be a little more frayed and a lot less sane by then, even if a week of full time work with two kids needing looking after can go well, my four days off with them next weekend will feel harder than the working part of the week. photo-2

 

 

 



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