Feeling sorry for myself
Day one of feeling like s#;t Today has been a struggle. I’m not ill very often but I seem to be paying for that now. My throat feels like razor blades, my nose is either running or completly blocked, my ears are aching and my head is thumping. Every body movement feels like hard work. As a mum you’re not allowed to be poorly, let alone with five of the little cherubs! There is no point even moaning about my ailments to Mike because everytime I try to explain to him how I feel , he has it, but worse! After I took the kids to school this morning I tried to get on with some housework but I got distracted….. Friends turned up with cake! I spent all day moving from the sofa to the coffee machine and back again and catching up on the latest gossip. Once the kids had been picked up I thought I would try and pep myself up having a hot bath and face mask – it didn’t help. After my soak it was back to mum duties. Mikey had his first rehearsal for a show he is in in the summer. I could have had two hours of peace and quiet while I wait for him to finish, but I agreed Libby could come. Instead I spent two hours running around Reigate trying to find baby wipes so that I could wipe the sushi she dropped all over mikes car! I’m in now, nurafen taken, hemroid cream under my eyes (for the puffiness) and a bowl of cornflakes because I forgot to have dinner It’s not all bad, did I mention im in bed, blogging and watching Snatch!? Day two if feeling like s?;t Nope, Definatly not feeling better today but it’s all good because I don’t have anything to do today! ……..oh no sorry, that’s someone else’s life! Today I am helping at Libbys school trip! I honestly couldnt think of anything I would least like to do when I feel like this than spend a day with 30 reception children, but how could I let her down? picture of me today!!!!) As it happens we had a really good day, the kids were fantastic and I loved spending quality time with Libby and her friends. After school my day went like this : 4pm. Business meeting 6pm drop off to tutor 6.30.(treat myself to a manicure!) 7.30 pick up from tutor PICK UP KEBAB FOR EVERYONE 8.30 home 8.45 pour a large wine and Blog! Right, now I’m in bed with soup hoping tomorrow I feel better. Note to anyone reading this who haven’t had children yet – if you are ill, enjoy it, once you have kids, being ill isn’t an excuse to spend all day on the sofa watching box sets!….. S#;T GETS REAL!
Always a good start to the morning when your daughter finally wakes up ten minutes before you need to leave the house.
She walks into your room to unveil a head of pink hair!
‘ what the hell!!!! You painted your hair again?? I only washed it out Last night, why did you do that!!!???? ‘
‘no, mum, listen, it was an accident!’ she is so matter of fact, like it’s no big deal and certainly not of her choice.
No time for a shower!
That’s one new years resolution fucked….
Making sure libby always goes to school in a presentable fashion.
I think she was wearing her sparkly party tights to! ….. I need to get this shit together! 😥
Does anyone else’s kids give them migraines before 8am? 😂
Feeling sorry for myself
Nothing prepares you for the heartache when your five year old daughter cries herself to sleep because she doesn’t want to go to school.
Why doesn’t she want to go to school? because her friends don’t want to play with her anymore.
Libby is still massively emotional and tired from our holiday so I wrongly dismissed her feelings when she first told me.
‘play with someone else’ ‘you will be friends again tomorrow’ ‘stay away from them’
When she cried all evening and on the way to school the next morning I realised there really was something wrong.
I mentioned it to the teacher when I dropped her off.
I told the teacher that I don’t doubt it is little more than girls being girls. The problem is, Libby has four brothers, and boys just don’t play like that.
She has never been told ‘I don’t want to be your friend’ or ‘you cant play with us’ and she doesn’t really know how to deal with it.
Her teacher was fantastic, not playing up to her to much, but reassuring her that she will help.
I know she will be fine, the girls are her friends and remembering back to when I was in primary school, girls are always falling out.
Especally as when I pick her up she skips over to me with a beaming smile, telling me what a great day she has had.
I just hope tomorrows school drop off will be better. No matter how much I tell myself she will be fine, when your baby clings to you and begs you not to leave her its hard to shake off that gut wrenching, sick feeling all day.