Skip to main content

Home alone

Last week was the first time in ages that Hubby has felt able to leave me at home alone with the kids overnight. He had a work function in London at The Grosvenor Hotel (super, super fancy) and it came with a hotel room. Over the last couple of years he would have either not gone or made sure there was someone to babysit me and the kids. And he would have come home on the last train as there would have been no way he could have left me to cope with the kids alone overnight and first thing in the morning. 

I had been feeling ok at the start of the week but it was Sod's law that on Wednesday, the day of the function I felt dreadful. I couldn't get up in the morning so a friend took the kids to school for me and I stayed in bed. I wasn't ill, I just didn't feel good. I was going to go to Boots to collect my prescriptions in the afternoon but I didn't want to go out in the cold and my whole body was aching so I decided to stay where I was. 

I did go and collect the kids from school and the minute they walked out of their classrooms they kicked off. They wanted me to carry their bags and their water bottles and they were already starting to fight with each other. I calmly tried to explain that I was feeling very tired and couldn't carry anything but they kept pushing their stuff at me despite me folding my arms so I couldn't hold any of it. 

I snapped and just dropped all their stuff on the floor and told them "to pick it up or leave it there but I don't care because I'm going home". I could feel the other mums  looking at me but I was past the stage of caring and I just headed towards the car. They picked their things up and came running after me, apologising and after that they were as good as gold. 

But being at home with the kids on my own just wrecked me. It was for less than 24 hours but it felt like it had been a week! My whole body ached, my head was banging and I just wanted to sleep. That's what I was planning to do as soon as I had taken them to school but Hubby came home feeling slightly worse for wear. He had to come back to get ready for work because in true boy style he had gone out last night with just his wallet. No toothbrush, no overnight bag with a change of clothes so therefore no clean boxers. There is no way that a girl would have done the same. I could think of nothing worse than sleeping in my dinner clothes and then coming back on the train wearing them without a shower or brushing my teeth, wearing yesterday's knickers! But that's exactly that's what he did. 

Anyway, he was only supposed to come home to wash, change and then go to work but his head was hurting- I wonder why?- and he decided he would just close his eyes for 5 minutes while he laid on the bed. That 5 minutes turned into 3 hours and he was on my side of the bed! I couldn't get into bed to go to sleep myself and to top it off he was snoring so went to lie on the sofa.

I know it must have been after 12.30 when I finally fell asleep as I saw the start of Loose Women. I presume Hubby must have woken up and decided to go to work and show his face for an hour or two because he woke me up to check I had set an alarm on my phone so I wouldn't forget to collect the kids! 

Needless to say, that night we were in bed as soon as we managed to get the kids in bed!

NB x
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Caravan wankers

Over the last few years when I was stuck in hospital for long periods of time Hubby and I would talk about what we would do if I ever got ‘better’. During some of those times when I was so, so poorly the idea of just being at home for more than a few weeks at a time seemed like a far fetched dream. But I’m currently living that dream! And obviously I know I will never ‘get better’ but for these purposes ‘getting better’ meant being well enough to be at home, not in pain 24/7 and not in bed all day, every day. Not too much to ask now is it??  So in our talks, once I was at home and was well enough to do the real basic things like watch Big Fella play football, Big Girl play netball, go to Tesco, play with the dog, go to the cinema etc one thing kept cropping up. We would love to have a motor home and tour round the country. We talked about the places we would like to visit, how much Buddy the dog would love it and how it would give us a chance to reconnect with each other.  But...
1 comment
Read more

The light at the end of the tunnel is a train

Last week was a busy and pretty crappy week for me health wise. I had to go and have blood tests done with the nutrition nurses and I had two hospital appointments; one with the gallbladder surgeon in Nottingham and the other with colorectal surgeon at St Marks. I was hoping to have at least one surgery date to write in the diary following these appointments but I came home empty handed on both occasions. Here’s what happened.  I began noticing over the last few weeks that I’ve started feeling really crappy. I’m feel lucky to have been at home for the last 6 months and I have been the most well I have been for years but it felt like things had shifted slightly recently but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. But years of being sick means I know my body and I can tell when something isn’t right. I have been feeling permanently exhausted and having way more bad days than good. I’ve gone back to spending 2, 3 or more consecutive days in bed, unable to do anything but watch tv and sl...
1 comment
Read more

Trying to get vaccinated

When I was an inpatient recently I asked about getting the Covid vaccine because I’m classed as Clinically Extremely Vulnerable (ECV). Apparently other patients on the ward had gotten theirs but I was told that it wouldn’t be possible and that I would have to get in touch with my GP. Apparently staff within the hospital had been using the system to book vaccinations for friends and family by saying that they were an inpatient and as a result they were now only vaccinating staff who could show their ID badge.  I can understand that people are worried about the people that they love but to think that people abused the system in that way makes my blood boil.  So when I was discharged I rang the GP surgery and was told that they had absolutely nothing to do with the vaccination programme and that I would need to get in touch with NHS England. So I called NHS England and spoke to an adviser who told me that according to the system I wasn’t eligible for a vaccination. I explain...
Post a Comment
Read more