I've been looking forward to the weekend all week. Most specifically to Sunday afternoon as that is my free time with no obligations to fulfill!
But now I have a poorly YFG, tucked up in bed, blowing hot and cold, shivery and not very happy. She's got tissues bunged up her nose like tampons [TMI, probably, sorry!] and she's feeling miserable. Throat glands are up, she's got a hacking cough.....need I go on?
I have dosed her up with paracetamol for the temperature, cold flannel too, and cough medicine. Sleep will do her good, I hope, too. She's also had orange juice for the sore throat and the vitamins!
I think I'll just change my name to Florence, lady of the lamp, as that's all I am doing just lately. The poor love isn't having much luck what with one thing and then another.
(image from usborne.com)
I have serious respect for single parents with small children now, as I am struggling with the responsibility, and I think it would have been ten times worse when they were younger!
Will she get to Aberdeen on Monday?
Who knows? It's going to take some serious rest to manage it.....