I have caught some mean virus and I've had bronchitis / flu / tonsillitis / stomach ulcer and heck knows what else for over two weeks now. First the whole family (and Paul) got sick, so I fell in to the whole mommy syndrome which means taking care of everyone but yourself. My chest is bad. Eventually I started getting the shakes at my desk and I was like "Woah, I remember this from that one time I had Pneumonia" so off to the doctor I scooted. I got a 'rather' large lecture accompanied by an even larger prescription. The doctor was all "You look exhausted" which promptly followed with me telling him my life story. Obviously.
I couldn't do much 'bed rest' after my lecture as Graeme had to work the WHOLE weekend (not his fault and sucks for him too) but thanks to the grannies etc for helping where they could. Other activities not involving bed rest this weekend was popping in to Cape Town Festival of Beer for two hours as I was part of the whole media build up and felt I needed to show face and see the results (blog obligation). Then I spent Sunday shopping for and packing THIRTY gift / goody bags for kids between the ages of 1 and 4 in a Gugulethu creche. It was their Christmas party and I didn't want to be the reason that those kids didn't get nice things in a seriously disadvantaged community (social responsibility obligation) Also, I had helped plan the whole thing. More on that later.
Kids don't stop being kids and then Benjamin got really sick and was up at all hours since last Thursday. Nothing worse than your kids being sick, except maybe changing bedding at three am and the entire family sleeping in the boys' room and bathing your kid at four am. For three nights in a row. He seems better now, but it must have been some sort of tummy bug. Poor rabbit.
Today I am trying to whole resting thing (doctor's orders coupled with a fancy sick note) but there is just too much to do. I feel completely useless when I'm not at work. Phoned the guy that I left in charge while I'm out of office and he is currently in hospital with the same thing Ben had. Obviously. Man it sucks to be sick like this and I don't wish it upon anyone. Work is going so well lately and I've signed quite a few new clients these past few weeks, but man. How many days until I'm on leave? I LOVE my job more than white magnums and milky bar buttons, but I'm really looking forward to doing a whole lot of nothing.
So in the spirit of slowing down, I'm going to start giving the cold shoulder to a LOT of 'obligations' and 'opportunities'. Graeme is working late the entire week and Benjamin has two big birthday parties this week. The painters are starting on our house tomorrow until gosh knows when, so that is going to be interesting. Round two of musical beds in the Raising Men home. I can't even remember when I last cooked a proper dinner for the family - thank goodness G is actually a better cook than I am. There were one or two nights when I was like "Kids, let's have cereal for DINNER - Weet-Bix, how fun? YAY!" Yes well.
Isn't everyone else just exhausted at this time of year? I could nap until Christmas. Apologies for the whining session. Not really.
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