I am tired of being tired and talking about how tired I am.
– Amy Poehler
Currently in the UK we have the bug.
A sickness bug.
Traveling from area to area from school to school.
I generally lack sympathy. I am very empathetic but sympathy for people I have non.
Which might be some what of an oxymoron. I don’t know.
Children are pretty much little walking Petri dishes of bacteria and illness ready to attack at any point.
This weekend we had our 3 year old daughters 4th birthday party. All week building up to it kids have been pulled out of school or worse, children were been dropped off looking an interesting shade of green whilst their parents disappeared like a flash out of the school gates. Reports of children been segregated into the ill class room with other children who had the bug at both ends. Parents strangely we’re now Un-contactable.
With this information we decided to take all our children out of school for the last 2 days of the week.
We have spent a lot of money ( to us ) on a party with surprise magician clown and we did not want her or her sisters missing it due to catching the dreaded Bug.
My wife took them to the new local library. Been educational and all since they were out of school. 5 minutes into been there a child puked all over the place. The mother of the puking child did very little by apology and tried to rub it away into the shiny new carpet.
So after that we had two days of lock down. We did it. We managed to have them all there with no sign of the dreaded bug.
A great party and a great fun day.
11 pm that night.
Our eldest can not stop throwing up.
What a trooper though, she amazed us. She is very much the dramatic and sensitive one.
Too tired and too ill to moan she wouldn’t leave the side of the toilet incase she was going to be sick again. Which in turn means tag team time for me and my wife. Passing each other with heavy bags under our eyes.
She is fortunately better and now back to her normal self.
Moaning about anything and everything.
Now I just hope we have managed to keep her quarantined enough that the others do not get it.
Because I’ve got really tired of it.
The hardest thing as a parent especially in a larger family is the ability to be able to function when one or a few of you are ill. The border line sleep torture followed by a lack of much needed structure means daily happy life goes out of the window. Tempers fray due to the lack of sleep and generally feeling like crap.
I can’t wait for normality to return. Or at least children with the energy to moan and for me to have the energy to cope with it.