Forgive me for writing in a muffled tone of type, with ocassional sniffs, I have a cold. I’m rubbish at being ill and I get ‘Man Flu’ every time. (sniffs enthusiastically and blows nose like a trumpet)
We were also kept awake last night by Sausage wailing for ‘Mummeeee’ about midnight, and then refusing to go back to sleep in his own bed. After a bit of battling I just gave up and let him sleep with us, so we got kicked lots and woken up at about 6am. At this point he went downstairs and brought his little Roary phone walkie talkie thing up with him, so we were treated to lots of Peter Kay recordings saying ‘Roary! There’s skateboards on the racetrack!’ or something like that. I can’t say precisely what the lines were because I had my pillow over my head.
The grand finale this morning was when Darlek finally came upstairs and said Sausage had run riot in her room and had pulled her light down. You see we put a lovely flower shaped light fitting in her room, and hung from it was one of those twirly bits of material that move in the breeze. On discussion with the kids, it seems they took turns to try to reach it, probably with the use of chairs and leaping around, which has resulted in disaster. There’s a very attractive modern art looking mass of wires where her light was now. Thankfully it’s too high for them to reach so they can’t electrocute themselves. Another job for Super Dad!! We’ll have to get that fixed. Another job for the list!
Speaking of ‘Super Dad’, I’m waiting to be transformed into ‘Super Mum!’ The blog tagline ‘balancing precariously on the edge’ has been all too true recently and the stress of being poorly and generally upset at being at home all the time, has tipped me over the so-called edge. So I began a course of anti-depressants about a week ago, and am patiently waiting for them to kick in. I’ve been very sick of hearing myself do the ‘Woe is me! The school run is too long! I’m bored! I’m tired all the time! The housework is too horrible to attempt’ etc etc. It’s tedious, self involved and I’ve had enough of it. So happy pills it is then!
On discussion with other mums I’ve been told that these tablets often just make you feel a bit calmer and more able to cope with stressful situations. Ie. when your child is swinging his fists and kicking you, you can walk away, close the door and leave them to calm down; rather than standing there screaming your little heart out, whilst bawling like a baby.
As I said I’ve been waiting for these tabs to kick in, and have high hopes for climbing out of this stupid metaphorical hole I’ve fallen into. So, I shall become ‘Super Mum!’ and be able to cope again soon. I may get some red lycra hot pants, blue tights, a tiara and a white T shirt with ‘Super Mum’ emblazoned across the front of it – just for that day when the tabs finally start working. I’ll be able to whizz around the house, cleaning bathrooms in the blink of an eye, pairing socks just with the power of my mind, and generally being ‘Super’.
Or maybe I’ll just feel a bit better and manage a day without staring out the window feeling lost. It’d be more fun to be Super Mum though.