Then there were three

It seems such a long time since there were just three of us living here as Mum came for Christmas last Sunday and before that, we had Yorkshire Grandma living with us, so it seemed quiet yesterday morning once Mum went home.  I think that Joshua might be confused and disappointed this morning when he comes downstairs to see neither of them sitting in the snug and he will have to make do with just his parents! He has certainly enjoyed having Granny and Yorkshire Grandma here to interact with, although he still insists on Mummy doing the bath and bed routine.

I had ambitious plans of all the things that I was going to do around the house yesterday, like tidying the bedroom and finding homes for our new presents. I had even started the day off well by going to the pool at 7am for an early swim, as the website told me that the leisure centre was open. But it was incorrect and all was closed up in darkness when I arrived and so I walked the dogs along the prom instead watching the sunrise over the sea. But the reality was that, after that,  I was exhausted and every time that I sat down, I feel asleep. I had a fuzzy head and my achilles was aching, so that tried to sit with my feet up , which was a sleepy position. I managed to make meals, put a load of washing on, hoover up downstairs with my new cordless vacuum cleaner and fill up the bird feeders ,but that was about it in terms of chores.

I did not leave home all day, so I am hoping that I will have more energy today. It seems that being hostess took more out of me than I thought, which I find surprising as I felt as though I was pretty relaxed while cooking on both Christmas and Boxing Day and both my husband and my Mum helped out.I was not catering for the large numbers that we have had staying in the past, so it must just be that I am getting older! My achilles was definitely complaining as I had been cooking in bare feet – my feet get too hot in slippers and i had not been wearing my supportive shoes either – so that is a clear sign of wear and tear as I had not run a marathon, just made a roast dinner!

Luckily Joshua was happy to have a quiet day too , pottering around, watching his various DVDs and even dozing with me sometimes. He was not kicking the front door, asking to go out, so maybe he too needed to chill out. Perhaps we both took the slogan on his new Christmas pyjamas too literally -‘Tis the season to be sleepy’! I am happy to allow myself one such lazy day , as it was clearly necessary, but I do not want to waste all of my holidays in this way.

The Aftermath

We were full of euphoria to be back home after our adventure at A&E, and then normal life resumes. Joshua slept well in his own bed – as did I but for less time – but when he did get up, he had a very runny nose so he had been brewing a cold, which will have contributed to his high temperature too. Due to his upset stomach, he needs to be off school for 48 hours, even though I am pretty sure he is not infectious, that it is a reaction to the Midazolam and anti-biotics. But pretty sure is not definite and we cannot risk infecting his fellow students and staff ready for their half term break, so we made arrangements for him to stay at home : I was in charge until 11, while my husband attended an apointment that he had already made, and then he took over for the rest of the day , while I went into work, despite my “fuzzy head”. I have orgnaised that Yorkshire Grandma will take care of Joshua today and then we should be back at school tomorrow, all being well.

Despite his runny nose, Joshua was full of energy and was constantly drifting between his bedroom and his den, unsure what he wanted to do or what he wanted to watch. He refused to eat the lunch that his Dad made for him and he spat out the tea that I prepared too. He would however eat satsumas and rice pudding, suggesting that he has a sore throat as well as a runny nose. It is necessary to be a detective when your child cannot tell you if something hurts or if he feels ill.. So I dosed him up with magic Calpol and gave his another hot bath, and stopped nagging him to eat his meal, as I am sure that he will more than make up for it when he feels better and his appetite returns.

My colleagues at work wanted to hear about my adventure : my busy working weekend and also our trip to hospital. It was a big day in our office calendar yesterday, we had our annual quality audit, when an inspector comes to assess if we are keeping to our stated procedures. It is usually a stressful day but I had a new outlook on being examined : after the stress that I had experienced over last weekend , an inspector asking me questions and to show him my paperwork held no fear for me at all. In fact, I became rather giddy during my ‘interview’ but fortunately I did not cause us to lose our accreditation with my light-hearted approach. But compared to the life and death scare of a call that your son is being taken into A&E with uncontrolled seizures and a sky-high temperature, market research, and whether or not I ticked a particular box, was very low on my list of priorities. But not so low that I chose to stay at home and avoid the inspection¬† completely, which might have been the easy option. But since when did I ever take the easy option in life?