Sick for 11 days...

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

Lost my voice...

It's just about gone, I'm croaking and squeaking when I should be speaking and talking.

I don't think I've ever lost my voice properly before so this is a 1st for me (and my husband is loving every minute!!).

It wasn't hurting which is a good thing but it's just so annoying, especially when I am a receptionist for a large lorry firm and spend my whole day answering the telephone and each time I do I sound worse and worse! At the rate I'm having to talk it will start hurting soon.

Oh well, at least I'm in for some pampering tonight when I get home.

Reasons To Be Cheerful - 29th November 2012

1.

Our little terrors are almost back to their little bouncy, happy, terrorising little selves after a couple of days with a heavy, phlegmy cold - they just weren't in good form but thankfully they're on the mend. It means they aren't going to go see Santa on Saturday as we want to keep them indoors for as long as possible but there's plenty of time for that next week.

2.

This is a bit of a silly one but I was all chuffed when my oil light came on as I was driving to work this week and I rang one of the guys in the garage (I work in a lorry transport company with their own on-site garage) and asked him about it, I wanted to make sure it was my oil light before I rang the husband to bring up some oil for me but instead of just answering my questions he sent someone over for my keys and they took my car into the garage, checked my oil level and topped it up. How lovely was that? Even better was they did it for nothing despite the fact they had their own work to get on with. I work with some lovely people.

3.

In 2 days time the house is being decorated for Christmas (I absolutely refuse to have any Christmas decorations put up anywhere in the house until December, after that anything goes really) and we can't wait especially with the girlies helping more this year with decorating the tree and making various decorations for our house and for other family members. I'm looking forward to explaining to the girls what Christmas means and telling them the story of baby Jesus

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.