I entered this poem about the birth of my preemie,
Autumn into a competition hosted by
and I won!
Yaaaay!
Sick days are not fun. Whether its you, the kids or everyone, being sick seriously puts a downer on things and worse they have a habit of invading your life at the most inconvenient times. But sick days don't have to be wasted days. There are plenty of ways to make them practical or fun, or both.
The dreaded clear-out is always less fun than you think its going to be. You think you're going to Spring Clean and everything will be great, but in truth, you have to make more mess to get rid of what you no longer need.
This is another fun thing the kids like to do when they are poorly and quite often just when I want them to wind down in the evenings. One of us will start a story with the first sentence and then we will take it in turns in saying a sentence and seeing where our story takes us. Sometimes the end results can be quite funny.
Instead, use that time to sit and sort through some paperwork under a blanket, or write your shopping list. Plan a day out with the kids in detail, ready for when you are better or for the summer. Sit and assess your finances and look on comparison websites to see what savings you could be making. Do some blogging or scrapbooking. or organise your photos on your laptop, ready for printing. Start putting together ideas for Christmas, not just pressies, but new activities or family traditions you'd like to introduce. Reassess your family routines or set up new reward systems for the kids.
URGH!
Why do I hate those mothers? Because I want to be one! I want to have the perfectly organised kitchen cupboards, I want the bath tub that never looks bathed in, I want the kids who never shout and NEVER have mud on them, but who instead sit and read quietly and play tennis on our own private court.
Wait... Tennis? OK, scratch that. I'll just have the strawberries and Pimms thank you very much! But truthfully... Do I really want that life or am I just fantasising about a TV fairytale? Do I really want to be worried about mud when I want to splash in puddles with my kids? Of course not. Do I really care if every spice jar is in alphabetical order? Hell no! But do I want the kids to stop screaming at each other and pick up their toys before I break my neck? Of course I do.
Do I want to manage to have children AND a career? Yes please! I really would like to have my own identity and my own income as well as doing the most important job in the world, raising my kids.