Sick Days

Posted by jameella on 30th Jan 2017

Today is a sick day, not as in “this day is super cool” more, everyone has the lurgy, myself included. Today is a day to rest and heal, drink tea and write, read and catch up on my work, in between bathroom trips and sipping lemsip, this bug is really getting me down.

I’ve managed to get dressed finally and feed a young man, I’d administered physio, he thought his legs were broken this morning, he had a cramp. Some tough love from me, “stretch it out, yes I know it hurts, now walk on it, no, walk properly”

Had left him distraught until he realised he could run, he ran laps around the house to celebrate!

My third son is still in bed, I really must go up and check on him, 1pm is late even for him. My lot have a great knack of really milking a cold for all its worth, I suppose because its only of the times I’ll fuss over them. I’m not usually a fussy mother, not my style. I’m raising men. Men who can do their own laundry, wash up and even my youngest can cook a meal. But when they are ill they don’t have to lift a finger, I’ll sit by their beds while they fight a fever, rubVickss into their (sometimes hairy) chests and make soup, endless honey and lemon and run hot baths with olbas oil in, filling the house with nose clearing vapours, buy their favorite ice cream and watch endless TV to keep them company.

It is nice to feel needed, time flies and my boys are nearly all grown. Sad to think that in ten years or so they’ll have their own lives and wives to share them with. I hope they remember fondly feeling safe and loved.

Whats sick day traditions do you have? Please share in the comments.