Winter, yes I romanticise about it. Cosy nights by the fire, red wine, snuggles and movies, long walks in woolly hats and scarfs. There is also another side of the season to be jolly – bugs, colds, coughs and fevers. Once I became a parent it really hit me, not only do I catch a whole lot more of these nasty viruses, I have to endure them whilst looking after the needs of two little people. The days of wrapping myself in a duvet and hiding from the world (as I drink hot lemon and whisky) are gone.
I find it hilarious that my husband and I feel the need to justify to each other who is more sick or more tired. Common lines in our house ‘baby please I am so tired, I feel so rough please can you deal with the kids for an hour’ or ‘right if you hold the fort for the next 30 minutes, I promise I will give you an hour back. I just need to lie in a dark room in peace’. Life has become one long negotiation.
The worst times for me however are when I am feeling rubbish and the hubs is at work so I have no choice but to just get on with it. The other week all that kept me going was knowing I had him all to myself from Friday evening. Ah bliss, I can have naps, drink lemsip by my bed in peace knowing my wee dude won’t attempt to throw it all over me. Friday night comes and what happens? He comes home with man flu. Now I am not sure if my husband being an only child has something to do with this #pampered – this guy is SOME patient ‘Joanne help help I need a lemsip right now’. Boy I hate it when he calls me Joanne. It sounds so formal and has the whiniest ring on the ‘anne’ part. He likes to call me by my full name though #controlfreak #lovehimreally
So there you have it, my hopes and dreams of a relaxing Friday night have been crushed. I now have 3 people to look after and I know who is going to be the hardest patient. I am gutted. Keep calm and carry on. The question is – how is it fair that I have to get on with it all week but when the man gets ill everything is different? Is man flu really much harder than it is for us gals? I spoke to my brother on WhatsApp that night and he told me ‘you must look after Scott, it is so much worse for guys’. Really bro? I have been blowing my nose every 2 minutes for the past week to the point I have serious blisters. I am hot and cold and have a constant layer of sweat on my brow. It sounds pretty much identical to the ‘man flu’ symptoms? In fact, I am still to see sweat from the sobbing wee man who is currently upstairs in bed. Then part of me thinks I am being cruel – new research from the likes of Harvard suggests men do in fact suffer more due to hormonal differences. Should I just take one for the team? Just in case he really does feel 100 times worse? or do I convince him I feel just as bad and beg him to get out of bed and MAN UP? Just like I have had to do ALL week. I know if I do he will give me one of his corker lines ‘babe it’s not a competition’.
I personally am not sure what side of the fence I sit on but what I do know is that my tipple of choice tasted all the more sweeter last weekend after 10 days on the lemsip. We all need treats – but who deserves them more? The Jury is out.