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Diary of the Pox
If you hadn’t guessed already, when it comes to illness I am a complete wimp. As a teenager I would have a mild panic attack if I so much as saw someone throwing up. Being a professional in the world of worrying, as soon as one of my children show a hint of being unwell I have already blown the whole episode out of proportion and am about to dial 999. Pox week was always going to prove a bit of a challenge.
Wednesday
9pm- Thank goodness kids finally asleep! Little O took
9.05- Footsteps upstairs, dreaded words, ’Mummy my tummy hurts’.
9.15- S has taken over my bed, sick bucket (just in case on floor by bed) tossing and turning, calpol administered, having cuddles.
10- S asleep, will try and squeeze one Tudors episode in before bed.
10.20- Henry 8th getting a bit raunchy, best turn sound down in case S awake again..
10.22- But can’t hear anything now.
10.23- Maybe a little volume…
10.24- ’MUMMY!!!!! I
10.25- Give up let’s get ready for bed.
10.35- S passed out spread eagle in my bed… where am I supposed to sleep?
11 pm- Trying to make myself comfortable on sofa… it’s freezing, why did we let the fire go out so early?
11.05- Dog thinks she will join me… man she stinks…
Thursday
12.22 AM- Awoken by seemingly blood thirsty scream…. where the hell am I, why is my chest so tight? Am I having a heart attack? No that will be dog lying on my chest. I am still on sofa and little O screaming at me from
1am- So little O refused to go back to sleep and wanted to go into my bed. As S has already commandeered that we came to agreement for mummy to stay with O in her cot. Feet hanging over the end.
2.20- Am freezing and have cramp…. cot not made for anyone over 3ft….
3am- tried to sneak out, O screamed place down… woke everyone up.
5am- We are up for the day…
6am- S up, feeling fine, school it is…
8.20- screaming for S to have her hair done, going to be late, what the hell is that on her neck? ’S I think you may have
9.00- Have succumbed to staying at home for the week…. actually quite looking forward to it… movies…. spending time with me and my girls…
11 am- So bored, S and O trying to kill each other….
1pm- S itching, I have no supplies for the pox in, nothing… send husband list as long as my arm to pick up on way home…. he says he will be late.
4.30- Forgot I was babysitting neighbours kid this evening, at least she has had pox, three of them running riot while I make tea. Crap, haven’t been shopping thanks to unscheduled PJ
5- Apparently O hates tuna on her potato, epic tantrum resulting in her wanting to go in the car.
7pm- S in tears, is itching, missing school, where the hell is Daddy with supplies!?!?
8pm- Daddy home, with SOME supplies, no cotton wool to put calamine on with… never mind get them to bed….
9pm- Tudors?
9.20- S awake with tummy ache…. back in my bed….
10pm- looks like I am on the sofa again…
Friday
Little O awake most of the night, S slept through the rest… you would have thought O had
9am- Wave goodbye to Daddy off up north for a funeral, its fine, we can cope.
1pm- Liv has winged all day so far… has wanted spots like her sister, constant snacks. S stuck in front of TV most of the day….
5pm- Tea, then early night for them I think, Daddy not here I vote chick flick and wine and a chill out this evening…
5.05 pm- little O has just vomited all over living room floor… was obv brewing something then…. oh joy…. well it can’t be another
5.10- puke everywhere.
5.30- and more. I am starting to wonder if my kids hate this jumper… I seem to always end up in puke, poo, mud, dinner, juice…..
7pm- Both girls crying at me… S saying I am not paying her enough attention, SHE is the one who is ill… etc etc…. hard to hug her when trying to catch toddler puke in a bucket. Where the hell is their father when you need him…
7.02- Don’t be so selfish he is at a funeral, hardly out enjoying himself, you are a strong woman,
7.05- Send out help message to all my family…. I don’t blame them all for living miles away…
8pm- Have set up a camp on living room floor for all poorly children. Both asleep for now… I should sleep too, well maybe just a little bit of a chill out.
9pm- Both girls up again… more puke… more tummy aches…. more itching…..
Saturday
5am- I should have slept between 8 and 9 last night…. but how was I supposed to know that was my only chance. 5am and sticking another load of laundry in… shall I bother or just
9am- puke abaited… itching stopped, tummy aches gone, children full of beans… I want to die… where the hell did they get their energy from????
2pm- Little O finally given in to sleep, on my arm, I can’t sleep, have pins and needles, will just sit here until she wakes up…
3pm- Still here
4pm- Still here
5pm- Had to move so woke her up…. she has screamed at me solidly for 30 minutes….
7pm- Bedtime…
8pm- Kids won’t sleep having slept all afternoon…
9pm- I need a holiday….
Sunday
Kids trying to
Monday
Kids trying to kill each other, still no sleep, still need a holiday
Have given up on wearing a bra… no one is going to see me… may as well enjoy staying in as much as I can.
10am- Neighbour just popped round to see how we are doing… had to stand around with arms folded defensively to prevent it being evident that I am not wearing a bra…
10.05- bra back on.
10.10- better put make up on too
5pm- No more visitors, bra off, remove make up, put pjs on…
5.10- Amazon delivery…
Tuesday
Kids fought the whole time I was on the phone to S’s school to give them a pox update…. pretty sure they think we are on holiday and not in germ infested house
11 am- bleaching the crap out of the house in an attempt to ignore the constant fighting… feel like poo… need sleep….can I have a sick day please???
We are just waiting on the final two pox to scab over… somehow I feel they are going to taunt me and not scab over until Thursday…. But we are almost there and I survived!!! (Well, just!)
