Dealing with illness: Mommy style

I’m feeling a bit under the weather today. If I were a man, I would most likely be in bed for a couple of days, resting and getting well. But I’m not, I’m a woman. And more importantly, I’m a mother. This means that I can only be indisposed between 21.00 and 07.00. My subconscious somehow always manages to gather energy and pull me together so I can be a somewhat functional mother around my daughters; picking them up i school, serving them snack, sitting with them as they do their homework, cook dinner and make sure they go to bed on time. When I go to bed, I take paracetamol, I spray my nose, rub my feet and chest with Vaporub. Feet you may wonder? Yes, an old trick I learned from a doctor i Mexico. I cannot say for sure that it works, but my feet feel soft and smooth in the morning so at least something good comes out of it. 

I have to admit that I kind of like when my daughters are sick and have to stay home with me. I get to pamper them and fuss over them, watch a tweenie-movie or even an old Disney movie we haven’t watched since they were in kindergarten and loved princesses. 

My husband is not a typical man, he is always well enough to go to work and when he comes home he’s exhaused and collapses in bed only to get up again in the morning and go to work. The man was even considering a business trip when he had chicken pox but then he got so sick he had to go the hospital. Two weeks he had to stay home and I don’t know who was happier when he finally could return to his office, him or me? 

This time it’s not any of my darlings who is sick. It’s me. I realize of course that complaining about my failing health in this blog entry is not the proper way to deal with a sickness. What I should do instead is what many people do as their first action during illness: namely to post a Facebook status informing all my friends of my condition followed by a sad face and dot dot dot in order to get some sympathy and empathy from my Facebook friends. Or I shall go back to bed for a couple of hours. Yup, I’ll go for the latter. 

A wombat and its keeper! It has nothing to do with today's text but I wanted some Australian flair and the wombat is an Australian animal. Voilà!