I've gone from a sore throat to losing my voice to a bad cough and now I'm having dizzy spells, nausea, dodgy tummy and a great reluctance to eat or drink.
I'm falling apart!!
We're putting the blame on the mutated twin germs that float about our house when the girls are sick but the fact that Mummy is run down, not sleeping enough, not eating enough and generally not taking care of herself the way she needs to be doing doesn't help matters either.
Note to self: if the Mummy gets worse her girlies will never forgive her because that means the Daddy has to look after them and he doesn't do things the way they like them done
Showing posts with label Daddy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Daddy. Show all posts
Wednesday, 12 December 2012
Tuesday, 27 November 2012
Let the working mummy guilt begin!
My daughters are sick and I'm not there to look after them.
They cried out for me this morning and all I could do was walk away from them.
Being a mummy with a full-time job blows.
Since our girls arrived anytime they've been sick it's been me who's looked after them, me who's wiped their noses, given cuddles, me who's taken them to see the Doctor or Health Visitor, I've done everything cause their Daddy has been at work and now I've had to leave them and I'm feeling dreadful about it.
I know their Daddy is looking after them and then when he goes to work this afternoon they'll be looked after by my own Daddy so they're in good hands but that doesn't ease the guilt - they need me and I'm not there.
They cried out for me this morning and all I could do was walk away from them.
Being a mummy with a full-time job blows.
I know their Daddy is looking after them and then when he goes to work this afternoon they'll be looked after by my own Daddy so they're in good hands but that doesn't ease the guilt - they need me and I'm not there.
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Monday, 19 November 2012
But Santa told me to.........
......and so it begins.
Already I'm using the excuse that Santa asked me to go through their toys to see what they had before he arrives at Christmas and our girls aren't even 3 yet.
I feel guilty but pleased at the same time that 1 of them, at least, believed me and actually helped me get rid of a few bits and pieces though to be fair she didn't realise that's what she was doing at the time she just thought we were looking for certain things and putting them somewhere different (naughty Mummy)
Not quite sure how I've gotten away with it but so far the girls haven't noticed anything missing and with any luck they won't but I'll keep my head down and blame their Daddy if need be! (definitely naughty Mummy!).
Already I'm using the excuse that Santa asked me to go through their toys to see what they had before he arrives at Christmas and our girls aren't even 3 yet.
I feel guilty but pleased at the same time that 1 of them, at least, believed me and actually helped me get rid of a few bits and pieces though to be fair she didn't realise that's what she was doing at the time she just thought we were looking for certain things and putting them somewhere different (naughty Mummy)
Not quite sure how I've gotten away with it but so far the girls haven't noticed anything missing and with any luck they won't but I'll keep my head down and blame their Daddy if need be! (definitely naughty Mummy!).
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