Write on Wednesdays - Very Pleased to Meet You!

I bet I look like I feel. Tired, worn out, cold, lethargic, stressed but still full from a roast pork lunch out with my Mother and son today. Still wearing the 'suitable attire for an RSL Club', biscuit crumbs in the corner of my mouth leftover from the Dora biscuits I stole from the kids when they weren't looking. Well, they were on the floor anyway so that means it's up for grabs as far as I'm concerned.

There's nothing worse than a sick child, except maybe a sick Mum and a sick child, but having my boy home all week from Kindy with a really nasty cough has definitely taken it's toll. I don't begrudge him for being sick. I don't hate him for taking away my freedom and allowing me to get the house into some sort of order, catch up on a few recorded TV programs and do some baking. I really feel for him being sick and wish I could just click my fingers and make him well again.

I'm sitting here in silence, for now, while the kids are playing nicely together. Once the arguments start, I'll be talking in a nice calm voice, trying to reason with the kids and teach them how to come to some to kind of resolution but a few short minutes later, I'll be yelling at them to get into their rooms until I say they can get out. I hope that doesn't happen because they are quite cute when they play together. I hate the sound of my voice when I yell. It just doesn't come easy for me to yell as I've always been quite softly spoken all my life. After I've yelled I feel so guilty and hate the fact that I did it and apologise profusely to the kids. Have never raised my voice to my husband (or anyone else for that matter) so I don't know why I think it's okay to yell at the kids. Probably because I can.

To add to my feeling of tiredness after looking after a sick boy all week, I had a blood test recently and it revealed that I was extremely low in iron. You'd think after the 20 times I've been to the pharmacy this week that I'd remember more iron tablets, but oh no. I can't remember my own name let alone iron tablets. I'm last on the food chain in this house so iron tablets can wait. Another hit of coffee in a minute will get me through the 'witch's hour' which will commence in just over 30 minutes. Caffeine depletes the body of iron so I'm on a 'no win - no win' situation no matter which way I look at it.

Oh well. There it is. My comfortable, quiet time on the lap top, just before starting dinner, has come to an end and I have to get up from the comfy lounge chair to see to these kids. I knew it would be too good to last.

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