Mental Meanderings

My first sicky as a writer

I didn't do my twenty minutes this morning. Kaylie seems to have mostly recovered from her cold but Josh and I are hit hard. We both tossed and turned and fussed all night long and eventually gave up just after five this morning. My head is exploding and Josh won't give me five seconds alone today. I even have to sit him on my lap when I go to the toilet. He's so miserable and because I'm just as miserable as he is I can't stand seeing how upset he is.

So this morning I gave myself a break. There is no point writing when you can stop shaking, sneezing or coughing not to mention having a head full of fuzz. I can just imagine the crap that would show up on the page if I tried. So today is an official sick day, I have ten a year just like any other job.

It's a shame you can't take a sick day from being a single mother. I remember when I was sick on a Sunday in the past I could take the day off from parenting because Paul would take care of the kids while I stayed in bed the whole day. Of course with Josh sick too that option wouldn't have worked anyway. I suppose I could call him and let him know Kaylie is home today if he wanted to take her out. But why bother, he's there father he should be making the fucking effort.

Ok, so when I'm sick my emotions are just that much more on the surface. Forgive the profanity, I'm usually not such a potty mouth. Well, here is an entry anyway, I'm going back to bed with my baby boy and one of those easy two hour romance novels (the kind I'm trying to write ) Wake me up when the world has stopped spinning and the temperature comes back down to a usual autumn 20C