Helloooo!!! Anybody still there???
Here on the East Coast we could not have asked for a better day to welcome Spring, there was a slight touch of the humidity that drains many of us of our energies in the summer months and for the first time in weeks we could sit outside under the setting sun and watch our two boys run around in the garden. With the promise of summer on the horizon and the heady scent of jasmine floating in through my windows I am finally in the right space to blow the dust off my keyboard!
I do have good reasons for being scarce, to be quite honest we could just ‘ctrl alt del ‘ August right off my annual calender! Ever heard of the “Butterfly Effect”? Well I attribute the chain of events that befell my lot squarely on the shoulders of Hubby! From the moment he attempted the 90 degree drop ramp into the bowlrider (which looks like a big empty swimming pool) at the local skateboard park and crack fractured his elbow my title of Domestic Goddess has been seriously tested by the men in my home!
As I just started getting used to my new job function, that of chauffeuring Hubby to work and back, I had to try and be the plumber/washing machine expert as well! Please lets forgive our brothers who take on this ungodly task of bending under counters to turn in pipes etc, the plumbers crack is truly difficult to cover up, I’ve been there and will hold back my snigger’s from now on! Bring on the one piece overalls! Despite my best efforts and that of “Danny”, resident expert in washing machine repairs, my poor little washing machine could wash, rinse and spin no longer. With jarring financial pain we had to replace him with a younger model who sounds like a jet plane during the spin cycle and beeps when the wash is finished, he even came with a name – “Maxx” which is printed in bright red on the front!
Finally life looked like it was going to move to a more normal biorhythm, as Hubby prepared to drive himself once more to and from work, (after four weeks), Eldest woke up with a temp and a dry cough. Just as I resigned being a chauffeur I had to sign up and be Florence Nightingale. For 3 days I took temperatures, ensured an increase in liquid intake and monitored for any signs of the dreaded ‘swine flu’. By Friday evening my Eldest was the picture of good health, well almost if one ignored the barking cough, and I prepared the children for bed, looking forward to night of relaxed sleep. Hubby handed Wee One to me straight from his bath, he felt about as hot as cookies fresh from the oven! Taking his temperature I looked in horror as it beeped 38.6!
Saturday morning he woke up with a temperature of 39.6 and I knew that a relaxing weekend was shot to hell. Eldest had passed his throat infection to his brother and on a weekend when Doctors go to their holiday homes next to trout dams up in the mountains and turn their phones to voice mail!!! Lets just say that when Wee One finally turned a corner on Tuesday I felt like I had been dragged behind a car. I had less than 3 hours sleep in 3 days, Wee One insisted on lying on my chest and he is not a petite build, my whole body ached! By the end of the week he appeared to be on the up, just in time for my moms birthday weekend! The boys seemed well and I sat that Sunday breathing a sigh of relief …
That night Wee One was restless and Eldest started his croupy cough again. Monday could not have been bluer, Eldest’s temperature had returned like a phoenix and Wee One’s ears had become inflamed as a secondary infection due to his prior throat infection. Even Hubby looked sorry for me when he went off to work. So back to the Doc we went and the ‘road to health’ started again. By Wednesday I kicked Eldest off to school and Friday Wee One followed suit. “Why send a child to school for only one day?” you may ask.
My sons decided to ‘thank’ me for all my nose wiping efforts and gave me the viral love which had dominated my life for nearly 3 weeks!!! Mom deserved a morning to curl up under the duvet and feel sorry for herself!
I hung my “Supermom” uniform behind the bathroom door, put on my dressing gown and grabbed a box of tissues, the ironing would have to wait…