The BAD thing about being ill

Ok, I've been ill (caution, uncensored, crabby account) and haven't felt like blogging.

Ya know the worst thing is about being a Mum and being ill? Well, aside from watching the dishes and laundry and cleaning pile up because you're just too bloody tired to do more than drag down the hall between the couch and the loo.

... and staring despondently at the growing piles of kleenexes gathering round the base of the rubbish bins ('cause youre too weak to get in an accurate shot).

... and having your baby spend half the day on the floor in the bathroom because you can't leave the toilet for fear of hurling on the floor.

Oh, and a rapt audience of inquisitive toddlers watching said hurling and asking questions.

No! The worst thing about being ill and being a Mum is trying desperately not to touch the babies, sneeze on the babies, wipe snot on the babies, let the babies drink after you, kiss the babies, etc, etc in violent fear of THEM getting whatever crap it is that you have.

How you prick your ears, as alert as a guard dog, at them every time someone clears her little throat. How you carefully inspect nose-holes for signs of dried snot crust and frantically feel foreheads all day until the little darlings run from you.

Bugger hubby. He's ill? Too bad, life sucks. Did I hear the baby sneeze?

How can someone who hasn't eaten in 2 days and who's head spins every time she stands up make it over to her toddler that fast when she thought he was wiping his nose?

A Mum, that's who.

... Did someone cough?!