No, I didn’t forget to do a post on Monday, my brain was otherwise occupied.
One of the sons was unwell and unfortunately for me it wasn’t the one who brushes off illness as he doesn’t have time to stop running about. It was the son who is officially The Worst Patient Ever.
I spent the last two days with a bored twelve-year-old talking at me all day long. Don’t get me wrong, we are big on conversation in our house but when Number 1 is sick he doesn’t do conversation, he talks at you in constant low-level whinge and condition update. After a few hours you are losing the will to live yourself.
I don’t let the kids sit on the couch and watch tv all day unless they are sick enough to need to remain in one place resting, and he wasn’t that sick. Really, he just needed to be quiet and go back to bed for a few hours and he would have felt a lot better, but I was there to talk to, so on and on he went….. I was really tempted to relax my no tv rule, I can tell you!
Anyway, I spent both yesterday and today trying to write something, anything, but the son was talkingtalkingtalking so I gave actual thinking up as a bad joke and am posting this song instead, Unwell by Matchbox Twenty.
I could change the lyric I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell a bit though, perhaps I’m going crazy ‘cos you’re just a little unwell….. 😉
Wish me luck, hopefully he’ll be better tomorrow!