All is on the mend now but I am frankly exhausted of both sympathy and energy because very ill children pull your heart strings like not many other things, but bored and tired and housebound children are a total pain in the arse. And both prevent your own simmering colds from going away.
Looking back over the archives this seems a consistently fraught time of year for us illness wise - delightfully timed to ensure I (a) spend at least some time in May solo parenting, generally at the time when my kids get scarlet fever, killer tonsillitis and I cap it off with asthma and (b) have an annual 'mother's day' in which I do what mothers are expected to do every other day of the year without complaint - clean up, look after, provide comfort, worry, feed, wash up after, care for, plan, be bored, take responsibility and endure.
The only difference seems to me I am entitled to complain about it on this one day of the year set aside for actually noticing what it is most mothers slave away at under what seems to be a cloak of invisibility. I'm still waiting for the one where I get ferried around and indulged and am completely free of responsibility. It's a vague hallmark kind of notion, though I now have proof of someone I actually know in real life who gets a day like this and now I feel really ripped off.
Anyway just a quick stop, needed to show off what the kids and I have been doing in those long hours where there's be an absence of dire illness but not enough oomph to get out of the house. Delightful little buddies from kits sold by Ms Ric Rac, nabbed at the Stitches show. Such gorgeous gorgeousness. Lady you are the queen and I hereby hang up my softie designing shoes.
The smiles on the dials say it all.