Headcold

Hello everyone,
I am not myself today. I have been struck down with a rotten cold, passed on from one of my kids or worst case scenario I have contracted some horrid virus from the hospital yesterday. I am rudely awoken this morning at 4am by incessant barking. I wait for at least ten minutes willing the dogs to cease their racket but no, they suddenly decide they are guard dogs instead of the useless lumps they usually are. I drag myself down the stairs to find my husband. He decided to sleep with Child#4 last night to keep an eye on him after his surgery. I shake my husband awake surprised that the dogs haven't already woke him. 'Whaaat?' he blearily asks. I tell him to get up and stop the dogs barking. He asks why I can't do it. I splutter in shock. How could I open the door and risk a load of masked robbers attacking me? Does he not realise he is meant to be man of the house. He gets out of bed sighing and trudges up the hall. I fly up the stairs to the safety of my room just in case. I hear him roar at the dogs to 'Lie down' and then returns to bed. No matter what the dogs are doing, my husband will roar 'Lie down'. It doesn't matter if they are barking, trying to get in, sitting down, stealing food, chasing cows...'Lie down' covers a multitude.
I check Joe's blood sugars and they are sky high...a result of the birthday party. I scramble around looking for his insulin pump and give the correction. The baby stirs so I decide to feed him so I won't have to at 7am and then I fall back to sleep.


I wake much later knowing I have again slept in. I pat around the bed for my phone to check the time, but it is dead. I stretch to find the ipad...9. 30a.m.! I have to be leaving for music lessons at 10a.m. I race downstairs to wake the kids. I race back up to check Joe's bloods...they are still high but starting to descend. I feel so tired and sluggish and I wonder what's wrong with me. I go into the bathroom and nearly faint with shock. I think I am haemorrhaging and will die on the bathroom floor until I realise it is my period that has decided to return. I suppose I should be thankful. Now I know why I had a sugar relapse. It was my body's fault not my lack of willpower. I get dressed, feed the baby, pack up his stuff, grab the music folders and put Child #2 and 3 , school friend and baby in the car. Child#2 roars that he is starving. I tell him too bad. He had all morning to get breakfast but instead chose to play on his xbox. I know well what Child#2 is playing at. He does this every time we go somewhere so he can either eat rubbish from the petrol station deli counter or treat himself to a panini in the local coffee shop.
I start the car and off we go. I have no workout done and no make on and I am wearing my husband's jacket. I didn't want the baby to get sick on my own.

Soon we arrive at Music and the music teacher is waiting at the door smiling. I wish her a Happy New Year to distract her from Child#2 and 3 furiously kicking each other in the legs in the back of the car, neither one wanting to go in first. Child#2 loses and marches in with a face like thunder.
I sit on the couch winding the baby while Child#3 and school friend play hide and seek behind the couch. The baby projectile vomits all over the couch. I grab the trusty baby wipes and hastily clean up before the music teacher returns. Child#3 goes in for his turn and Child#2 continues to moan about being hungry.
Soon it is time to go and the music teacher tells me of her delight that Child#1 has agreed to move on to Grade 2 piano. I nod away smiling knowing full well that Child#1 hasn't a notion of doing Grade 2. Rather he misunderstood the music teacher when she asked if he was moving on, he thought she meant moving on to something new and not Grade 2 and he agreed.

We leave the Music lesson and I speed towards town to get to Aldi before baby wakes up. Child#2 doubles his efforts to get his own way and coming into town I find myself handing over cash for him to feck off and get his panini and I continue on to Aldi.

I hurry through the aisles getting a few essentials, no time for browsing. I find Child#2 at the car glowering. The Coffee Shop has closed for renovations. I promise him chicken dippers at home and chips.

Half an hour later, I am serving up Chicken Dippers when suddenly I sneeze. Child#2 nearly loses his life and berates me for a good ten minutes for spreading my rotten germs around his food. I ignore him and proceed to take chips out of the oven...they are burnt. Child#2 goes crazy then altogether. I feed all the children and myself. I do my daughter's hair and admire her outfit of the day. She has chosen floral leggings and jumper and looks like a little doll.

I have been trying to keep busy and distract myself from the fact that there is a half bag of jelly snakes in the press and Romantica ice cream in the freezer. But as my cold takes hold, I need comfort food. I sit on couch in dining room ignoring the piles of clothes to be folded and I watch Emily Norris on you tube cycle along delightedly like a graceful duck with her three boys following like ducklings behind. My boys are sprawled watching TV today or feverishly working xbox controls.
I normally do nice walks and activities with them though..maybe not a bike ride but I do try.

I ring my husband to tell him that I am sick and I need to rest. He tells me he will be home when it's dark. So I am sitting here now staring out the window willing it to be dark. It is his birthday tomorrow so I must plan a nice dinner. I had hoped to eat out but we can't now until Child#4 is recovered.
I still have to drop the school friend home, make dinner and have a shower as I am covered in baby puke. I have to go to mass in the morning to an Enrolment Ceremony for the Holy Communion Class. I don't have to be there as a teacher but I feel I should show face as I'll be teaching them again after Easter.
It's nearly dark now so I better go and look poorly before my husband walks in.
Goodbye for now!