I know I said I wouldn’t say much about my kids on here… but I do have to talk about this.
Chicken pox. Yep. All over my son. He’s not bothered. He’s quite happy about it. “So I can’t go to school? For probably a week? CHOICE!!” Of course, the itching hasn’t started yet…
Not so “choice…” Who’s not at work? Me. Who’s not going to the meeting tomorrow? Me. Who is going to go insane with both kids at home (cuz you know that if one has it, the other won’t be far behind). Pain in the arse.
A friend & I were joking around the other day – wouldn’t it be nice if our bodies (and our kids) could tell us when they’re going to be sick?
“Hi, mum, I’ve got a 24 hour tummy bug scheduled for next Tuesday – oh, and Chicken Pox planned for May 18th… write it in your calendar, k?”
So while I attempt to get some work done at home without going insane, I shall have to keep the kids entertained too. Fun. *sigh*
(Yes, I am aware I sound all whiny and unconcerned about my children’s welfare. I am concerned. But I know they will be fine. And I’m whining here because I can… won’t be able to do it anywhere else without being told off!!)