I’ve got the lurgy.
Nothing too traumatic, I’ll survive. But it’s days like today when I wish I could get a sick note and have the day off.
Lesson #43: there are no sick days when you have a baby.
It makes me realise what a tough nut my mum is. The only time I ever remember her being poorly was when she came off her bike and fractured her pelvis. I can clearly see her lying on the floor in the living room, with just her feet poking out from behind the sofa.
Apparently it was the only place she could get comfortable as she couldn’t make it up the stairs. But I have my suspicions she was trying to find a hiding place from my sister and I. I’m not sure our constant cartwheels and requests of “Can I bandage your leg, mum?” were particularly helpful.
Anyway, I’m off to recline on the sofa and put a cold compress to my brow. I have a feeling, though, that as soon as I get comfortable, Frog will wake up and demand something or other. Oh well, at least she can’t do cartwheels yet.