Back to the arms of my dear old mammy
Feb. 2nd, 2007 09:00 pmI'm going home.
I've never been there before, mind you - I'm going to my mum's new house, with both children, from 10 February to 10 March. There's no way around it; Rob can't get the time off work to nurse me, he can't do the overtime he has to do in the evenings if I'm around, and balancing his not losing his job with my attempt to recuperate is making him ill (he has a stinker of a cold) and not helping my recovery.
It's a long time.
We're trying to sort out when he can come over and see us, while we're there. This means him negotiating leave with his workplace, which means I feel guilty for not being well. He's gotten into so much trouble with them already - when I was recovering from my c-section, when I was ill before, all that. We're a bit more hopeful this time, as his manager seemed to appreciate our efforts to get help.
(Edit: He has now spoken to his manager and has permission to take three days' leave to visit us while we're away.)
I am so, so tired of being ill. I am so, so tired of not being well. I want to be well. I want to get up and make breakfast and play with my daughters and go out and do things. I want to do art and sing-alongs and toddler group and coffee afternoons and breastfeeding support and sorting gravel and playgrounds and football and dancing and baking and picking up sticks and trains and dressing up and counting leaves - and in the evenings I want to do reading and Scrabble and films and dancing and talking and cooking. I was doing all this in October, I was doing some of it in November.
All I want is all there is and then some - surely it's not that much to ask?!
I've never been there before, mind you - I'm going to my mum's new house, with both children, from 10 February to 10 March. There's no way around it; Rob can't get the time off work to nurse me, he can't do the overtime he has to do in the evenings if I'm around, and balancing his not losing his job with my attempt to recuperate is making him ill (he has a stinker of a cold) and not helping my recovery.
It's a long time.
We're trying to sort out when he can come over and see us, while we're there. This means him negotiating leave with his workplace, which means I feel guilty for not being well. He's gotten into so much trouble with them already - when I was recovering from my c-section, when I was ill before, all that. We're a bit more hopeful this time, as his manager seemed to appreciate our efforts to get help.
(Edit: He has now spoken to his manager and has permission to take three days' leave to visit us while we're away.)
I am so, so tired of being ill. I am so, so tired of not being well. I want to be well. I want to get up and make breakfast and play with my daughters and go out and do things. I want to do art and sing-alongs and toddler group and coffee afternoons and breastfeeding support and sorting gravel and playgrounds and football and dancing and baking and picking up sticks and trains and dressing up and counting leaves - and in the evenings I want to do reading and Scrabble and films and dancing and talking and cooking. I was doing all this in October, I was doing some of it in November.
All I want is all there is and then some - surely it's not that much to ask?!
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Date: 2007-02-02 09:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-02 10:34 pm (UTC)Hopefully a long stay with your mum will enable you to recover slowly and gradually rebuild your strength so you can come home as close to 100% as possible.
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Date: 2007-02-02 11:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-03 10:49 am (UTC)