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| Monday, September 18, 2006 |
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Running on emptry
By SthnPride @ 9:51 PM :: 782 Views ::
0 Comments :: :: Mouth of the South
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My Apologies people…. There’ll be no words of wisdom or pearls of advice from me this week. Instead I am up to my elbows in washing, boiling lemonade and making jellies for sick children. For the past 36 hours I have been attempting to stay cool, calm and collected whilst dealing with two sick children, one of whom has never been sick before and screams blue bloody murder every time she vomits – obviously thinking that her insides are working their way outside her body. Quite frankly – she’s terrified every time she’s sick. What I’m struggling to understand is how a mouthful of water can be turned into a 5 minute retching session.
I don’t handle sickness very well – whether it’s me or anyone else. My mother assured me that “it’s different when your kids are sick – you just manage”…. She’s WRONG!!! It’s no better…. No easier…. I DON’T manage…. I just have to suck it in and get on with it. I find myself murmuring that it’ll be okay, whilst wishing I could send the sick kiddies into quarantine and leave someone else to deal with it. I admit that this is partly because I know that sometime in the next 24 hours or so, I’m also going to be feeling like crap – and who’ll look after me??? Why ME of course! And I won’t have the benefit of being coddled up on the sofa, wrapped in a soft blanket with a teddy bear tucked under one arm while someone pampers me with sips of water and mouthfuls of jelly. Instead I’ll be trying to catch up with the laundry, the cooking, the cleaning and the child-minding.
I know that it’s not resentment that I feel at suddenly needing to transform from ‘mother superior’ to Nurse Nightingale…. It’s frustration. For once I can’t kiss it better…. A Wiggles sticking-plaster isn’t going to take the pain away… and no matter how many cuddles I dole out both Laura and Cameron will remain feeling ‘yucky’. Other than doling out panadol, drinks and soft food when they’re hungry, there’s nothing much I can do….. and I HATE this feeling of helplessness. What I really want is a magical cure that will make my babies feel well again so they’re filled with energy and running around terrorising the cat and making a mess with their toys.
But what I really, REALLY want is about 14 hours of dreamless, uninterrupted SLEEP!!! |
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