1. The spots. Will appear. Everywhere. And anywhere. If you can think of a place, they’re there. Oh, they are THERE.
2. I do not do well waking up every 1-2 hours.
3. Piriton does NOT make Isaac fall asleep.
4. Isaac let me eat my birthday breakfast of a plate of bacon. Whilst he may be ill, he is still considerate.
5. We have taught him well.
6. The Gruffalo, on repeat, somehow doesn’t get old.
7. Peppa Pig, on repeat, becomes tedious.
8. It’s amazing how you discover exactly how your body is able to mould itself into the shape of a sofa as your kid makes themselves comfy on your lap.
9. Snuggling with Isaac on a real sofa with a Graze.com box is lovely. Until he eats all your vanilla infused cherries.
10. It’s really hard to remain patient, when shit loads of lovely people suggest things to make your kiddo feel better and you’ve pretty much tried them all already. And nothing is working.
11. People are incredibly helpful.
12. It’s really ok to have some of the birthday Prosecco for your lunch, under the circumstances.
13. Somethings just do not distract from the pain. Including Lego. This makes me really sad.
14. What I think is “humour” can be really misunderstood by people who don’t really know me.
15. I have a darker sense of humour than I thought. Especially on minimal sleep and with poorly sick child.
16. It occurs to me I’m still waiting for the panic of turning 30 to settle in. 3 years ago.
17. Trying not to lose your rag when your kid is wailing for help, and you keep telling them you are doing everything you can and they just need to calm down and listen, but they keep wailing anyway, is REALLY hard. Frustration is a bitch.
18. It’s amazing how some “pyjama days” aren’t as good as you might like, and especially when all you want to do is throw yourself in the shower. *scratches*
19. I hate feeling guilty for wanting to be selfish for just 5 minutes. Just because the very poorly child with a rash the size of Africa covering his groin area, and yelled and cried all the time I was opening my presents. And yet is now sat quite happily on the sofa watching Octonauts.
20. Birthdays, Chicken Pox and children. You just can’t predict them.
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You know what. I think it sounds like you need a strong drink to celebrate (1. the end of the day 2.your birthday)! I hope your son feels better and you have a nice rest of your birthday! x http://www.atwentysomethingmum.blogspot.com
prosecco, bacon, pyjamas and vanilla infused cherries? if we can put the pox to one side for a minute I like the sound of your birthday.