For the last couple of weeks I've been having a bit of a down cycle. I haven't felt much like blogging, writing or socialising and then on Saturday morning I woke up feeling terrible. At first I thought it was just a cold, something I'd be able to ignore while getting on with things, but as the day wore on my energy was seeping out of me.
The timing couldn't have been worse, we've just started decorating BP's bedroom and the kids have just broken up for the easter break. I've spent the last couple of weeks wondering if LP was going to get chicken pox but actually it was me that got ill. Typical! So, Sunday went by in a blur. I took lots of medication, tried to push past the terrible achy feeling and got on with the decorating. When I finally sat down at the end of the day I could barely move. Then yesterday I thought I was feeling better, spent the morning doing more decorating and even got a little tidying done. However, once I sat down that 'wiped out' feeling hit me again and all I wanted to do was sleep.
The problem with being ill, especially when you're a mum, is that you can't just sit down and sleep. There is always something that has to be done. I've spent these last few days dreading getting better because I know the work is piling up while I'm ill. I still have to sort out feeding the little ones but I can't summon the energy to tidy up afterwards. The washing pile is growing rapidly and the kids toys have been spreading themselves over the lounge floor.