I know mothers aren’t supposed to get sick, but I confess, I was as sick as a dog and with seven little ones I had no idea how I was going to make life work.
“I’m too sick to send the kids to school tomorrow” I confided in my husband… “You’re to sick to keep them at home” he replied
I couldn’t argue with his logic
Realistically by sending our little ones off to school I’d only have three at home – sure I’d still be outnumbered… but not as badly.
Do What I Do!
“I want you to do what I do” my husband instructed
“Just jump into bed, put the kids favorite movies on, and snuggle up with them- they will even rub your back!”
This sounded AMAZING!! A little like child labour, but I would deal with the guilt once I was better!
I did precisely what the man said…
Laying down on my tummy with two of my girls on either side of me I shut my eyes… only to feel my four year old tug tug tugging at my jumper to get me to open them
She did this each time I closed my eyes, and her giggle whilst doing it was infectious.
What’s Up With Kids Shoving Their Feet In Mum’s Mouth?
Then it was my two year olds turn…
I want to know what the obsession is with little ones of that age group to shove their feet in their parent’s mouths!
Do they think it makes us feel better? Is it to comfort us? Or is it from memories ingrained into their little minds of their feet constantly being kissed when they were babies?!
Either way, I bet all two year olds do it!
Those two played steamrollers all over me, which admittedly was almost like a massage… as long as you don’t mind having to gasp for air to breathe.
What’s Happening Here?
What happened to the glorious image my husband had painted for me?! Why wasn’t the experience as magical as what they give him?!
…and I know he wasn’t exaggerating because I’ve seen the way our children fuss over him whether he’s sick or otherwise.
It’s Because I’m The Mum!
It’s because I’m the mother isn’t it… and mums never get sick, we never stop, and if or when we do, our little ones don’t quite know how to react.
I love it though, and just look what came of it… I got to write this piece whilst suffocating under two little girls who have decided to make me their bed… and their baby brother has just woken up.
What do you do when you’re unwell? Tell us in the comments below.