It was the weekend again and Saturday was off to a good start. The kids were hyperactive as usual, but they let Daddy and I have a lie-in, which is extremely rare in this household.
Faith actually tidied her room (What an odd phenomenon – questions ran through my mind. Who is she really? What’s happened to Faith? Sod Faith, can I have this good girl instead?).
We got up and made our breakfasts. Faith, out of random curiosity, asked how money worked (another reason I believed she had been replaced by someone else). Liam, being the know-it-all of the household more than happily elaborated on this topic and within half an hour were discussing business and how it all worked.
Faith was amazed by this enlightenment. I found it really cute to see Daddy and Daughter bonding.
Faith asked Daddy to come and play shops with her so she could learn about money furthermore, so we’d made some cash notes and coins out of paper and off they scampered upstairs, using blocks as products to sell to each other.
Listening to them all playing upstairs was rather cute, even though Faith and Wyatt were bickering now and again over who had the most money.
The game finished after about an hour, so I thought since I had everything done, I’d make biscuits with the kids. It was a Saturday after all!
We made star-shaped biscuits. They were so simple to make that even I couldn’t mess them up this time. They certainly went down a treat and we had a very fun Saturday with minimal stress. Hallelujah!
Sunday morning arrived and the tables turned. I woke up feeling like death. A monumental churning of nausea brewed inside my tummy, so I ran to the toilet just in time before I spewed everywhere (it wasn’t the biscuits, honest!).
I felt awful. I ended up with a dreaded sickness bug. Not sure where it came from or who I got it off (bloody kids!) but I didn’t feel like adulting that day.
With 4 kids to look after, I didn’t have much choice other than to prise myself out of bed and continue things very slowly. I couldn’t stomach anything, not even a slice of toast.
It hit about half 12 and I really couldn’t take anymore adulting. I simply felt like conking out and getting some rest. I thought perhaps I would feel better afterwards, but then I had some Mummy guilt set in immediately.
Despite feeling really poorly, I felt like I shouldn’t have just left the kids to their own devices even though they were perfectly safe. I was their Mummy and they needed my attention, and besides I still had a load of housework to do.
Liam persuaded me to have a lazy-Sunday sick day. We condemned Faith and Wyatt in front of the television and put a DVD on for them to watch with some crisps, drinks and a blanket to snuggle under too.
Aurora went for her routine afternoon nap, so everything was set! I COULD HAVE MY OWN NAP!
I clambered into bed with Kiiara and had a cuddle with her until we both fell asleep. Next thing I knew it was 20 past 3 in the afternoon. I felt slightly better.
Aurora woke up from her nap and the kids began emerging from downstairs up into my room shouting ‘MUM!’.
I dragged myself out of bed and went to complete everything else that I needed to finish. It took me much longer than usual, but I emulated a walking zombie.
As of today I still don’t feel one hundred percent, but I don’t want to live with Mummy guilt not having anything done. One sick day was enough for me!
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