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I’ve got the lurgy. I knew it was coming. Only son and daughter three got it first. I was not perhaps as sympathetic as I should have been. My partner had it over the last week. Even daughter two was looking a bit peaky. It hit with full force on Tuesday, never a good day to start feeling ill as you have so much more of the week to get through. I soldiered on until mid evening when I caved. I was lying face down on the bed when I heard only son. “Mum, I’ve got all the creams and I can give you a back and arm massage. I’m sure it will make you feel better.”
I was too ill to move so I let him get to work. I was already feeling slightly shivery so the creams felt doubly cold. “That’s coconut and lychee,” said only son. “Are you feeling a bit better?” Only son decided that, after the massage, I needed a warm bath. He filled the bath with Mr Matey and left me to it. He was already planning the after bath treat. My mum lent us my brother’s back massage machine. It vibrates up and down your back. “I think I’m too tired to get over all these lurgies,” I said to my partner. “My body is saying it’s overcome enough lurgies to last a lifetime. It wants to give up.”
By Wednesday I was not feeling much better. I managed to get through the day, but my bones ached and I felt very cold in the evening. So I decided to get a sleeping bag out of the cupboard and zipped myself up. “It’s a bit like camping,” I mumbled to my partner who was on the other side of the bed. Ten minutes later only son woke up and came to join us in the bed. He was a bit perplexed by the sleeping bag, but it meant more covers for him so he soon fell asleep.
I would like to say that I can spend all weekend in bed, but, oh joy, it’s Christmas coming and I’m way behind.
*Mum on the run is Mandy Garner, editor of Workingmums.co.uk.