When Mama gets ill

When the sickness bug hits your household and your family all get it one by one until your the only one left to catch it , you know the inevitable is about to happen , you know that your next , but who is there for you? How do you manage to carry on doing your thing when all you want to do is crawl back into bed and order take away for dinner every night ?

Being ill is the one time I wish family were closer , well I wish we lived closer to them of course I do but being poorly I really wish they were on our doorstep . I may be in my 30s but I still need my Mama when I am ill , bit like my kids need me when they are spewing their guts up all over my freshly mopped floor ....

So the last week has been a bit of a blur on the approach to Violets birthday the sickness bug surfaced. First was Oscar who upon waking was adamant he was going to school, now I should of know something as wrong at that very moment . Later he fell asleep in his breakfast and was seriously burning up . So it had began .

Out came the ipad and calpol and the child that spends most of his time naked suddenly was adamant he was wearing clothes all while burning up .

A couple of days passed and after lots of rest Oscar started feeling better , the housework slipped a little as it does when your spending the majority of your time cleaning up sick , but I had this , I'm a Mama I got this shit .

After the weekend both girls started with the aches , Monday rolled round and it was clear this wasnt the usual trying to skive school type moan , Violet didnt move out of her bed all day and even more shocking didnt eat.

We all hoped she would be better for her birthday but nope that didnt happen , it seems every year on Violets birthday someone is always ill .

As much as I love this time of year my goodness doesn't it bring out the germs.

Summer has been ill for most of this week she has unfortunately inherited my phobia of being sick so its all very dramatic, i have been armed with dettol spray and zoflora and getting quite an expert at flying in with a sick bowl when that sounds echos around our little home .

Now it is my turn , the difference being no one gives a shit now in this household , doing the school run sweating my tits off and that wave of nausea that just washes over you . Trying my hardest to not throw up on my childs head as he walks at snails pace inspecting the ground , I always try my hardest to go at his pace on the school run he is so much happier and its a lot less stressful but today that wasnt happening . My patience is thin , I can feel the sweat dripping down my face , why the fuck did I put my puffa jacket and snood on when I am burning up??? My brain isnt working right now , we get to school . I do the expert "bye baby love you" then RUN !!!

I walk home so fast ,finding my inner power walker arse wiggle and scurry home to take my sweaty brow to flop on the sofa.

As I open the front door the heat hits me , someone has left the heating on full blast ( husband !) it is like that moment you step off a plane on holiday yet the only joy that awaits me is a litter box that needs emptying , mountain of dishes and laundry pile so high its a surprise we have any clothes left in our wardrobes .

I was going to write this blog post about how to keep up with the housework , how to clean the house and keep everything above board but lets be honest I am writing this now , due on my period , poorly and every one is tired and the house is a tip.

Guess what sod it ! I have done the basics , dishwasher , load of washing and made the beds . Thats enough for today . Well till I have to get O from school & figure out what I am going to feed everyone.

Until then I am knitting and watching real housewives of cheshire while staying very close to the sick bowl.