By Wednesday my family and I had been replaced by five zombies who walked around the house in dressing gowns nodding or growling at each other as they passed. Trying to illicet sympathy was a waste of non-existent energy. Even daring to mutter that your head still hurt resulted in lip curling and desperate cries of 'my back', 'no, my ear' ' what about my tummy?'. If you were lucky you might have a pack of Solpadine dropped in your lap; if you were unlucky it might be vomit.
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| A digital thermometer, NOT a pregnancy test |
Even the two year old knew that it was hopeless. He spent most of the week lying on the sofa more akin to a beached seal pup than the tantrum throwing dictator that we all know he is.
We didn't leave the house for five long days and when we did came back whimpering and huddled together on the sofa in a state of shivering shock.
So having been housebound for the week and without an immediate end in sight I have been given to daydreaming. This weeks Kate Take's 5 Listography is '5 Ingredients to My Perfect Day'. You can take away my freedom but you can't take away my daydreams damn it!
1. A no-kids lie in.
I imagine we'll be seeing a few of these appearing on your lists this week. Is there anything less appreciated pre-kids than a lie-in in a peaceful house? Well, apart from not peeing when you sneeze of course.
2. A swim in the sea.
I love swimming and I love the sea. I don't actually care which sea as long as the day is sunny. I grew up living five minutes walk from the Irish sea and still do. It is utterly freezing even in the summer but once you go numb it really isn't that bad.
3. Brunch with the papers.
Oh the joy. Papers spread across the table as I sip my coffee. No stopping fights. No mopping up spilt juice. No shoving biscuits in the toddlers mouth so he doesn't scream the place down. Just me, and peace, and my coffee.
4. An afternoon of pampering.
Facial, back massage, hair cut and anything else they care to through in. I don't mean anything dodgy by that.
5. Dinner in a Posh Restaurant.
Posh but not too posh. Italian. Me, the hubby, a big group of friends, fabulous food, great wine and another lie-in the morning after.
Bliss.
I realise that two of my five revolve around food, and none around kids. I do love them of course, just maybe not as much as some fresh pasta and a bottle of barolo...
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