This plus that equals…. grateful
Here’s the latest instalment in my series of posts all about what makes our lives here at home tick. This week is all about a few things that I’m grateful for.
Boy this has been a tough weekend, little man and I have been ill. There’s been a lot going on, but I can’t help being grateful we were sick this weekend and not last when my sister was getting married.
I am not going to claim I am grateful for us being ill. It has not been pretty and it meant Mother’s Day sucked.
I am, however, grateful we were both ill this weekend and not last. L came down with a sickness bug Thursday night and spent all day Friday recovering. Saturday evening it was my turn, we did leave the house on Mother’s Day but it wasn’t long before I returned to my bed!
I honestly don’t know what I would have done if it were over the wedding weekend. So I am grateful it wasn’t.
I am so grateful that my boss was not only understanding about me needing the day off to be with my sick boy, but actually cared as well.
It had been a hard week at work, we are a small team and it had already been hit with sickness. Me not going in was an actual issue. It meant there would not be enough cover to be open for the full day, and it wouldn’t be for the first time that week.
I wasn’t made to feel guilty, or worried, or anything other than supported actually. A far cry from my previous job when this would have really penalised me, despite being part of a massive team where my absence, in all honesty, would have hardly been noticed.
I was so excited to have found out that I had loads of holiday left to take and had booked every Saturday in March off. It has been nice to spend time as a family, but this weekend it meant I could also be ill. Guilt free.
You see all Saturday morning I had felt fine. Pretty pictures on Instagram prove this. It wasn’t until around 4pm I started to feel ill, conveniently when my shift would have started had I been at work.
How bad would that have looked. Taking Friday off to be with my boy. Spending all day Saturday frolicking in the garden and going to the zoo. Just to call in sick!? I know my manager would have understood but I would have just felt dreadful and that’s the last thing you need to add on top of being ill.
For both L and I this thing hit hard and fast. Not even 24 hours.
The lack of warning wasn’t helpful. I put a perfectly healthy boy to bed and by the middle of the next day had a perfectly healthy boy back.
He was tired, sure and completely drained. But as soon as it had hit it was gone.
That I was ill over the weekend
OK it ruined the weekend but at least my husband was home to pick up the the slack.
I literally couldn’t have parented. I was too ill.
You can’t cook and feed dinner to your child if you can’t move and need to be able to make a quick exit.
You also can’t get better if you can’t rest. Thankfully I was able to spend many, many hours in bed feeling sorry for myself.
I know it is odd to feel grateful about being ill. Overall I don’t suppose I do. But I do feel grateful that if we had to get ill we managed to do it quickly and without affecting other things.
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