Captains Log:
I knew it would happen. I was a sitting duck for days. From the first sign of a sniffle, to the overwhelming amount of snot that consumed our house, it was only a matter of time until I too fell victim to the preschool bug.
In many ways it’s an occupational hazard. You send your little germ magnet along to socialise with other little germ magnets and as a reward the entire family gets to enjoy week long festivals of gastro and flu.
And so we find ourselves, day six on the inside.
It started with the eldest. The eyes were watering, the nose was running. It was tricky at first to determine the extent of the bug because by nature, he can be a little dramatic. However when he refused chocolate, I knew he was one sick little sausage.
And so we waited.
Master three was next in the firing line. He fought his fevers with gusto and preferred the ‘constant cuddles’ approach to recuperation. The washing piled up but I knew where I was needed.
It was only a matter of time before our smallest crewmate fell. What a mighty fall it was. Congestion so bad she couldn’t feed, and a cough so bad that I was getting worried about something really nasty.
His approach was constant cuddles. I knew my place. istock
For days our house smelt of humidified menthol. Tissues were everywhere.
And then they started to get better. And then I started to get sick.
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Oh this is sooo true. I remember being so sick I couldn't move without vomitting. My eldest was 10 at the time and took one look at me and said mum don't worry I'll help you. He told the eldest 3 they would be staying home and to leave mummy to rest then he made toast for himself and his 3 siblings. My youngest was 2 and still feeding so she came in for cuddles and feeds. He made me so proud that day. He said he did it because I always take care of them.