I thought we were all doing so well, I was pretty smug even. We have had a few colds hit us over the last few months but nothing major and our day to day life hasn't been hit by any illnesses. Until half term came this week.
I had so many plans for us from seeing friends to days out and I was really excited about having some proper time with the boys without having to juggle our time around preschool. We did have a lovely day on Monday with our best friends and the boys had so much fun at a playgroup and then lunch at their house. I put the boys to bed on Monday night with them both very excited for our plans the next day to see friends that we don't often catch up with due to her children being at school.
Monday night was awful. Finley was up most of the night crying saying his throat hurt, I just knew he was coming down with something. Tuesday morning came and he slept in until 7.45am which is very unlike him. He refused his breakfast and then went to lie on the sofa. That is where he spent the rest of the day. We had to cancel on my friend as I didn't want to pass anything onto her children and also I don't think Finley was up to it. My husband came home at lunchtime saying he felt poorly, which he must have been to come home from work, and he made his way up to bed. Tuesday was a total write off and even after an afternoon nap, Finley went off to bed at 7.30pm without a fight.
As Tuesday evening was getting on I could feel my throat starting to hurt and not feeling 100%. I went to bed early hoping to sleep it off but I think I saw every hour with either myself coughing, my husband coughing or Finley crying. Not a great night.
Wednesday morning came and I felt absolutely terrible. My head was banging and my throat felt like I was swallowing razer blades. Finley woke up, late again, but seemed a lot better which was a plus as I wasn't too sure how I was going to look after us all feeling like I did. My husband stayed in bed while I got up with the boys, as he was much worse than me, made them breakfast and after our online shopping delivery and a shower I plonked myself on the sofa. By lunchtime Finley wasn't feeling great again and didn't eat his lunch. Come 3'o'clock and all 4 of us were asleep for a good 2 hours, just what we all needed. Finley woke up feeling worse and saying his mouth hurt and didn't eat his tea. This is very unlike Finley as he loves his food. The only good thing that was happening was that Noah was ok and on top form.
It was a tough day as even though I was feeling pretty rubbish I couldn't stop. I still had to make breakfast, lunch and tea. I still had to help them on the toilet. I still had to get them whatever it was that they wanted. I still had to stay awake when they were awake, when all I wanted to do was sleep. I couldn't get into bed, shut out the world and sleep off whatever bug that had taken over me. I ached all over but I still had to get up and down off the sofa to their every need.
I wanted my Mum and I wished she lived closer. I can't remember the last time I felt like this but I think it was about 4 years ago and my Mum had actually taken the day off to come and look after me and Finley. But I couldn't and wasn't going to ask her to do that.
When looking through Facebook and Twitter the world was still moving and everyone's life was still going on around us. People were enjoying the park with their children, they were enjoying days out with friends and posting photos of days their days. It made me realise that even when our house is condemned by sickness the world carries on around us. And I honestly felt a little lonely.
We will be back there in a few days, but until then we are going to sit curled up on the sofa feeling sorry for ourselves.