Published on February 27th, 2018 | by voxx0
School holidays. Exciting shenanigans. I have this thrilling idea of being ‘bug’ free for a week. The dream to not catch anything from my toddler for a few days is heavenly; imagine being really healthy.
I was absolutely mortified last year. I caught four sickness bugs over nine months. I do want to lose weight but there are definitely other ways I’d prefer to do it. Like thinking about joining back at the gym, or thinking about going on morning jogs…
The last way I expected to spend this half term was full of infection, with zero energy to entertain Prince Diego. Finding the strength to battle with a dinosaur to put drops into his eyes is tough. Whoever decided every two hours would be a good idea clearly hasn’t got kids. Diego has conjunctivitis; there’s absolutely no way of stopping a toddler from spreading it, they constantly have their fingers in their eyes, up their nose and in their mouths. So, as expected, I have it too. He decided to poke me in the eyeball with his menacing pincers, just after I had administered eye drops and washed my hands with antibacterial soap. Revenge is always the best medicine, Diego decided.
Diego has loved the break. For two days I couldn’t tell him off. He sure made the most of that. He’s been driving me up the wall. I bet he couldn’t have wished for a better holiday if he tried. Being a single mum is full of perks, like the unconditional love between you and your child. Though it’s also full of unending illness shared between you both too. There’s no way you wouldn’t cuddle him when he’s poorly and crying.
“Can I have a cuddle Diego?”
“No thanks, Mummy poorly. Me not want to get it.”
- By Boneata Bell