Today is One of Those Days. Hubby and DS have both sick for the last two weeks. My immune system put up a very brave fight and I have been looking after both of them, but I have finally succumed. Yesterday and today I have felt so awful! Yesterday I had to work, no choice, and today (1st day of holidays!) both DH and DS have had a mini-relapse and are feeling pretty ordinary too, so I've spent most of the day looking after them or taking them to the doctor etc.
I want a sick day!!!!! Remember those days when you could call into work and tell them you were not coming in and you could spend the day resting on the couch? I am desperate for one of those!
I know its an out and out whinge, but I need to say: it always seems like I get sick last and I spend all this time and effort looking after DH/DS and then when I get sick DH is unable to look after me the way I look after him. And I'm sick of asking him to do stuff!!
So I'm obviously in a nice little pity-party- any ideas from anyone on how to get out of it? How do you cope when you feel rotten and you've got to keep looking after everything?
it's hard isn't it? That's one of the things I really struggle with. I have been known to make DH have a sick day if I'm really unwell, just to take the pressure off.
I know it's off topic but I also dislike how I get over something in a day and DH will have the same thing but is sick for weeks Mums are certainly made of stronger stuff!
I had glandular fever when DD was 7 months and that was tough. DH would help but I got sick of asking too. Plus I felt guilty for asking (stupid I know). DD had just started care when I got sick (I'd been back at work for a week) so I continued to take her and that really helped as I knew I'd have a couple of days each week to just veg on the couch.
I have trained my son in how to look after sick people. Two years ago I was very, very ill. Couldn't move ill. DS had to learn how to look after both himself and me. Not what I wanted for him, but he did very well.
Monday, I was very, very ill again (gastro bug this time). Told DH, who went to work. DS woke up. Saw me being very, very ill. I told him I was poorly and needed a day in bed. The darling was quiet, didn't destroy the house, looked after himself - and brought me films to watch in bed. He told me yesterday that this completely wore him out, it's so hard being quiet. He did take advantage though - he ate Pringles for breakfast and a whole tub of Ice Cream for lunch! But I'm raising him to not be his father in certain matters.
My future DiL better thank me for the work I'm putting in!
I can sympathise, I get sick and spend the day lounging on the couch and DP will come home and go off his narna because the floor hasn't been vacuumed!
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