As a rule you're not allowed to be ill when you're on your own. I'm pretty good at convincing myself that it's nothing serious and just keep plodding on. I like to think it's the power of positive thought...... it's more likely to be desperation, because there aren't any other options!
I have felt horrid for almost a week - my head feels like a block of concrete and my nose is running like a leaky old tap. The powers of positivity and despair don't seem to be doing the trick. I knew things were bad when my 4 year old asked why I was wearing the same clothes every day... my Sara Lund fairisle jumper, it's like a dear old friend - and I really couldn't be bothered to look for anything else. Lethargy has set in, which is not a good thing when you have a weekend on your own with the kids. The best bit from their point of view is I can't shout because it hurts my head.
Things just aren't getting done. The trampoline is tangled half way up a tree after the gale force winds last week - and at this rate it will still be there when T comes home at Easter.
I am determined to stop feeling sorry for myself because next week I'm driving to Ireland to see my family and I have a ton of things to do before then! So spurred on by a cup of tea and an eccles cake, I delved into the spare room cupboard and began working my way through the mound of presents. It was like Christmas!! I found all sorts of things I don't remember buying! AND Hallalujah! - I opened a bag and found Mary, Joseph. baby J and the donkey - it's got to be a sign...