Weekly sick child tally- two.
Time to myself- zero.
Clearly there is Something Going Around as I have had one sick child home from school each day this week.
As mentioned in my previous post Number 1 son was home for the first two days before managing to crawl back to school on Wednesday.
Just as well he recovered, because after picking up a victorious Number 2 son from a basketball round robin on Tuesday (victorious, but in a state of collapse), they switched places and Number 2 has spent much of the remainder of the week in a fevered sleep on the couch.
Of course, if the Man catches this variety of plague I may well have to resort to extreme measures to deal with him because I’m all outta sympathy. 😉
As I have had no time to myself this week and can’t think of anything intelligent to write, I had to share this clip which, appropriately, includes a couch funeral and the exhortation to get off the couch and do something, people!
Sofa People, by The Pigs.
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!
The costume pictured in this 1903 article below apparently assisted in warding off the plague in the Middle Ages. It would have been very welcome in my house last night. I had one of those nights that all parents dread, the Night of the Sick Kid.
Unfortunately I didn’t have a beaked mask filled with aromatic herbs, or the big stick.
The reason for the big stick isn’t noted in the article but if there had been one to hand I would have employed it to poke the aforementioned kid whenever he got comfortable. Well, I was kept up all night, he should have been too!
The hat’s purpose isn’t mentioned either.
I wonder if it is just for the walk between plague houses? After all, the Middle ages weren’t known for their advanced plumbing were they? A wide-brimmed hat like that might be helpful in keeping the out-the-window chamber pot ‘flushing’ off your morocco leather plague outfit.
Hopefully I have a more peaceful night tonight but, after having to pick up the other kid also sick from school after just a few hours (which meant the Night of the Sick Kid just kept on going), I suspect that the plague he bought home is just biding its time until it gets the chance to infect us all.
If there is no post tomorrow you know why….
“Bring out your dead!”