Time, oh dear time, wherefore art thou? Hast thou forsaken me for ever moreth?!

Well, oooooh wellity wellity wellity. I thought I was a busy little lady before, running around like a headless damn chicken as it was, frazzled, sleep-deprived and wondering how long before I turned into a total loony-case and strolled up to the local shop in the nude and bought a ticket to see Queen in concert with a side of fries and ketchup.

Or maybe that was a dream…

But no, I had no idea how busy I would become when the entire household that I live with – three adults, two kids and a fluffy shetland sheepdog in a pear tree – succumb to the flu, dropping like flies one after the other while the dastardly illness somehow, inexplicably bypassed me.

I’ll be honest, it hurt my feelings a bit, being so thoroughly ignored. Then I heard my Mum coughing up her small intestine and watched a string of green, slimy snot get sneezed out of my baby’s nose and decided my feelings weren’t so offended after all.

It’s over a week now since Alex, the first to fall ill, came down with a fever and aches and pains, forlornly asking me ‘am I going to die?’ to which I responded ‘keep acting all pathetic and man-fluey and you might, yeah…’ He started crying and I discovered he had a really bad fever and so I transformed from a crabby impatient wife into his very own Florence Nightingale. Only to then get four more patients over the coming days, in varying degrees of snot, phlegm and high fever.

Thankfully, right around the time the kids fell ill as well as my parents, Alex started to improve and was able to feed us all. Which is just as well since, while I can do an awesome job of keeping the household going and making sure everyone is properly cared for, they’ll be eating cheese toasties the entire time. Possibly alternated with beans on toast. Hey, I’m no one-trick pony!

At last, everyone is emerging from their sick-bubble as I write this, but veeeery gradually. In fact, it seems to be a case of two steps forwards and one step back. Our wee lad went back to playschool today and is currently having an epic nap on the couch that will most assuredly keep him up till midnight tonight and wipe out any chances of me getting to do anything with my evening….

And so I’m typing this out as quick as I can, while the baby sleeps on me in her sling, pleasantly surprised that I’ve actually managed to get this far without anyone needing m-

Just kidding. It seems my introductory paragraph was inaccurate. Time has not forsaken me, not entirely. It’s just standing behind me yelling ‘Drop and give me twenty!!’ when I least expect it.

It’s a bit unnerving since, when I glance around there’s no one there, and I check down to see if I’m fully clothed only to see a golden ticket dripping in red sauce in my hand, with the words ‘Another One Bites the Dust’….

That might have been a funny old dream too.

Till next time!

Liz

Take care of your body. It’s the only place you have to live in.

Jim Rohn