Tomorrow I am back to work after nearly 2 weeks off, I had booked half term off to be with Tilly and had loads of plans, but then I was ill at the start of half term - The doctor said rundown and waved a script for anti depressants in my face. I politely declined, I don't need to be dosed up to the eye balls with medication. I need to be there to help my family through life, anti depressants don't help you to work through your problems, they mask everything!
So we had a busy start to the half term, we went to London to celebrate Chinese New Year with Amoy and then a few days later we were at Fruit Towers with Innocent Drinks, but then disaster struck and Tilly decided she wanted a pyjama day on the Wednesday - Hmmm a bit odd I thought as she is normally Tornado Tilly, she is always charging about, talking ten to the dozen and always the first one to get out of the house everyday. But to be honest a pyjama day suited me fine.
The next day her cold had hit her full force and she was coughing, sneezing, headache, sore throat and runny nose, she was feeling very sorry for herself! My poor baby was ill and boy did she make hard work for me. She sadly missed her little friends party and I prayed she would be better for a day out in London on Sunday, But she wasn't! good job we had the good old faithful buggy still as she squeezed into it when ever she got tired. Did I mention we almost nearly died in an Uber cab?
The next day was return to school day, the day that every mum looks forward to by the end of half term. Only my baby woke up and she could barely talk. Damn! there goes my lunch date that I had planned, There goes my day of working and there goes my 'me' time! Luckily she slept in the afternoon, but so did I! Today she has not got dressed again, She is doing my head in! she is at the stage of Boredom and she just keeps talking - Oh Man, the talking, it just never stops. She still slept this afternoon, but then so did I..... again.
Tomorrow we are back to work and school, I have no choice as my place of work have a strict policy of only taking three occasions of sick a year and every time you take time off for a sick child, it goes against you too. Don't get me wrong, I agree with the policy because so many people could take the piss out of the system. But I don't like letting my staff down either...... who am I trying to kid? I am not cut out to be a SAHM, it does my head in. Being at home day in and day out doing the same thing is not my thing, in fact I am an unmotherley mother ;), Roll on tomorrow when I return to work. I will be up at the crack of dawn, uniform on and waiting to go!