Diary of the pox

I SURVIVED CHICKEN POX WEEK! Ok, I admit, it wasn't ME with chicken pox, I endured that gem back in the 80s. I still recall projectile vomiting Ribena all over the kitchen table. So arguably we could be talking about me 30 years ago, but no, I am just jumping for joy having survived a week where my five year old was struck down. I confess, I realise she had a pretty mild case, it could have been so much worse. But still, let me have this moment... the moment to appreciate we never have to go through that again (for those about to come forward and tell me their little one had pox twice, please don't, I am not listening.)

If you hadn't guessed already, when it comes to illness I am a complete wimp. As a teenager I would have a mild panic attack if I so much as saw someone throwing up. Being a professional in the world of worrying, as soon as one of my children show a hint of being unwell I have already blown the whole episode out of proportion and am about to dial 999. Pox week was always going to prove a bit of a challenge. 

Wednesday 

9pm- Thank goodness kids finally asleep! Little O took ages. Pour glass of wine, Onesie on, final episodes of The Tudors on standby... lets do this  

9.05- Footsteps upstairs, dreaded words, 'Mummy my tummy hurts'.

9.15- S has taken over my bed, sick bucket (just in case on floor by bed) tossing and turning, calpol administered, having cuddles. 

10- S asleep, will try and squeeze one Tudors episode in before bed. 

10.20- Henry 8th getting a bit raunchy, best turn sound down in case S awake again.. 

10.22- But can't hear anything now. 

10.23- Maybe a little volume... 

10.24- 'MUMMY!!!!! I can hear strange noises'....

10.25- Give up let's get ready for bed. 

10.35- S passed out spread eagle in my bed... where am I supposed to sleep?  

11 pm- Trying to make myself comfortable on sofa... it's freezing, why did we let the fire go out so early? 

11.05- Dog thinks she will join me... man she stinks... 

Thursday 

12.22 AM- Awoken by seemingly blood thirsty scream.... where the hell am I, why is my chest so tight? Am I having a heart attack? No that will be dog lying on my chest. I am still on sofa and little O screaming at me from her cot. 

1am- So little O refused to go back to sleep and wanted to go into my bed. As S has already commandeered that we came to agreement for mummy to stay with O in her cot. Feet hanging over the end. 

2.20- Am freezing and have cramp.... cot not made for anyone over 3ft.... 

3am- tried to sneak out, O screamed place down... woke everyone up. 

5am- We are up for the day...

6am- S up, feeling fine, school it is...

8.20- screaming for S to have her hair done, going to be late, what the hell is that on her neck? 'S I think you may have pox'... 

9.00- Have succumbed to staying at home for the week.... actually quite looking forward to it... movies.... spending time with me and my girls... 

11 am- So bored, S and O trying to kill each other....  

1pm- S itching, I have no supplies for the pox in, nothing... send husband list as long as my arm to pick up on way home.... he says he will be late. 

4.30- Forgot I was babysitting neighbours kid this evening, at least she has had pox, three of them running riot while I make tea. Crap, haven't been shopping thanks to unscheduled PJ day, baked potato it is then... 

5- Apparently O hates tuna on her potato, epic tantrum resulting in her wanting to go in the car. 

7pm- S in tears, is itching, missing school, where the hell is Daddy with supplies!?!? 

8pm- Daddy home, with SOME supplies, no cotton wool to put calamine on with... never mind get them to bed.... 

9pm- Tudors? 

9.20- S awake with tummy ache.... back in my bed.... 

10pm- looks like I am on the sofa again... 

Friday 

Little O awake most of the night, S slept through the rest... you would have thought O had the pox the way she winged, but O has had the jab against it... jealousy perhaps?

9am- Wave goodbye to Daddy off up north for a funeral, its fine, we can cope. 

1pm- Liv has winged all day so far... has wanted spots like her sister, constant snacks. S stuck in front of TV most of the day....  

5pm- Tea, then early night for them I think, Daddy not here I vote chick flick and wine and a chill out this evening... 

5.05 pm- little O has just vomited all over living room floor... was obv brewing something then.... oh joy.... well it can't be another sickness bug, she only had one in Nov, must be a one off. 

5.10- puke everywhere.

5.30- and more. I am starting to wonder if my kids hate this jumper... I seem to always end up in puke, poo, mud, dinner, juice..... 

7pm- Both girls crying at me... S saying I am not paying her enough attention, SHE is the one who is ill... etc etc.... hard to hug her when trying to catch toddler puke in a bucket. Where the hell is their father when you need him...

7.02- Don't be so selfish he is at a funeral, hardly out enjoying himself, you are a strong woman, you can do this... 

7.05- Send out help message to all my family.... I don't blame them all for living miles away...

8pm- Have set up a camp on living room floor for all poorly children. Both asleep for now... I should sleep too, well maybe just a little bit of a chill out. 

9pm- Both girls up again... more puke... more tummy aches.... more itching..... 

Saturday 

5am- I should have slept between 8 and 9 last night.... but how was I supposed to know that was my only chance. 5am and sticking another load of laundry in... shall I bother or just bin the lot??? 

9am- puke abaited... itching stopped, tummy aches gone, children full of beans... I want to die... where the hell did they get their energy from???? 

2pm- Little O finally given in to sleep, on my arm, I can't sleep, have pins and needles, will just sit here until she wakes up...

3pm- Still here

4pm- Still here

5pm- Had to move so woke her up.... she has screamed at me solidly for 30 minutes....

  

7pm- Bedtime... 

8pm- Kids won't sleep having slept all afternoon...

9pm- I need a holiday.... 

 

Sunday 

Kids trying to kill each other, no sleep, need a holiday

Monday 

Kids trying to kill each other, still no sleep, still need a holiday

Have given up on wearing a bra... no one is going to see me... may as well enjoy staying in as much as I can.

10am- Neighbour just popped round to see how we are doing... had to stand around with arms folded defensively to prevent it being evident that I am not wearing a bra...

10.05- bra back on. 

10.10- better put make up on too

5pm- No more visitors, bra off, remove make up, put pjs on...

5.10- Amazon delivery... he gave me weird looks... FML

Tuesday 

Kids fought the whole time I was on the phone to S's school to give them a pox update.... pretty sure they think we are on holiday and not in germ infested house

11 am- bleaching the crap out of the house in an attempt to ignore the constant fighting... feel like poo... need sleep....can I have a sick day please??? 

 

We are just waiting on the final two pox to scab over... somehow I feel they are going to taunt me and not scab over until Thursday.... But we are almost there and I survived!!! (Well, just!)