Parents don’t get sick days

Parents don't get sick days 2

Let’s face it, as parents we don’t get sick days, we can’t call in sick. These little people, well, they rely on us for pretty much everything. So even on day’s like today where I feel as though I have been hit by a bus, my body aches, I have a ridiculous cough and i’m feeling utterly sorry for myself, I can’t just curl up on the sofa like I want to.


I’d like to sleep, I’d like somebody to carry out all of the mundane tasks for me and if I’m brutally honest, I’d like to shut everything out until I feel almost human again. That’s not going to happen though, there’s this little person in my life and sometimes she needs help cutting up her sausages, sometimes she needs help unbuttoning her dungarees and sometimes she needs her painting water to be changed for the fifth time because its all brown again. I long for some piece and quiet, I feel awful for wishing that school would have lasted an extra hour because the songs that she learned today are being sang on repeat, along with her improvisation of percussion instruments on pots and pans.

And yes I admit that I feel terrible for using the TV to keep her entertained and popping her on a tablet or laptop just for a few minutes peace. Like I said, I’m feeling utterly sorry for myself, as of right now, I have a fever and a chest infection which has triggered off my pesky Asthma despite it being controlled for years. You see, Little Legs brings home every bug possible from school and this one cold has evolved into this, i’m a wheezing, coughing wreck.

She understands I am feeling under the weather and bless her, she does try to help, well as much help as a 3 year old can be and as much as I love her, I don’t want things stuck in my ears or mouth as she pretends to take my temperature. I don’t want to be prodded and probed with various toys in an attempt to make me better again. I don’t want to play hide and seek, I don’t want to take a trip to the park and I certainly don’t want to sing along to Frozen for the 8th time today.

There is no such thing as a sick day when you work from home, have a child to look after and a house to run. Today I feel like a terrible parent, today I realised that I am not a super mum.

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