We’ve just come through a spell of illness in this house. It started a couple of weeks ago with me getting a cold. Mrs Adams was next in line to fall ill.
Once Mrs Adams had recovered, our eldest child had to go and see the doctor with a minor ailment. Finally, Toddler Adams fell ill at the weekend culminating in a vomiting session over the sofa.
Thankfully we’re all recovered or are recovering. There is, of course, never a good time to fall ill. I just hope we’ve got it all out the way and the Easter holidays can proceed with no further bugs.
Needless to say, there’s been quite an impact on family life. I haven’t been able to take Toddler Adams outside and so her sister has also been quarantined. While I’ve managed to limit screen time, there has been an increase in television watching as I try and keep two children, at least one of them ill, entertained.
I am generally more liberal about TV time when one of the kids is ill, but I still dislike using it for this purpose. As I become a more experienced parent, however, I have come to realise that you simply can’t do everything and a little Disney-therapy when a child is under the weather doesn’t seem to do any long-term damage.
Aside from this, Toddler Adams has been at home for two mornings when she’d normally have been at nursery. As a result I have barely done any housework. The cobwebs are building up, the floor needs to be vacuumed and don’t even ask about the laundry situation. I should really be seeing to it now but writing a blog post is much more fun.
Did I get the chance to watch television or have anyone look after me when I felt dreadful a couple of weeks ago? Of course not. As I remarked to a mum in the playground at the time “us mums don’t have time to fall ill.” Okay, so I was being a bit cheeky, but it’s true, a stay at home dad has no time to fall ill. If he did, the wheels would fall off the family unit.
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