I’ve spent the last day and a half in bed with something gross: a mum with a bug. Every time I attempt to parent while trying to nurse some kind of horrifying bug I wistfully think back to the pre-children days of illness. Back then it was always a shitter – sometimes literally – to be ill, but it was also more of a treat, too.
In case you haven’t heard me bang on about it enough, last week I was really ill withe the flu. It was awful – it takes a lot for me to down tools, stop work and call in the big…
I used to do an excellent line in self-pity. After the ex and I split up I spent a long time feeling sorry for myself. I was well-used to the ugly cry when something didn’t go my way, the snotty…
There is something about being ill that makes me terribly introspective. Maybe it’s something about feeling the absolute lowest of the low, so miserable and poorly that you can’t even watch box sets all day, to woeful to read a…
What do you do with two children who have conjunctivitis? Because I have no idea. Ok, mine don’t have conjunctivitis but rather some other -itis (blepheritis?) which seems to be quite similar. Their eyes are swollen, sticky, itchy and look…