It's got me!

>> Friday, 8 February 2008

The dreaded lurgy has struck, so this is going to be a short post. I won't bore you with details of how the week started with a little bird driving me crazy (damn those thrush's), how normal medicine has - yet again - failed to send the pesky critter packing, or how I got sucked in to the Organic Pharmacy in an attempt to find an 'alternative' remedy and came out £85 lighter (they definitely saw me coming).

I also won't tell you how my body has now added insult to injury by allowing me to pick up Boy #2's recent cold and transmuted that into Mummy Flu. That is, you feel really rough, have a temperature, can't speak, but can still muster up enough energy to do the laundry so everyone thinks you're OK. This is as opposed to Man Flu - which results in Husband lying prostrate in bed, sniffling loudly, saying "I might be OK if I could just watch the match this evening / the latest Jean-Claude van Damme monstrosity on 5 / etc etc.

So, I will just say tell this joke (in an Iota styley), in an attempt to cheer myself up as much as anything else. Remember The Wombles? I think this came from them around 30 years ago, but who knows through the fog in my Lempsip-soaked brain...:

Womble 1: I say I say I say. My dog has no nose.

Womble 2: Your dog has no nose? How does it smell?

Womble 1: Terrible!

I thank you.

PS - if this post is too UK / London-centric, apologies - I have put links on the things that may not translate outside South Kensington. Now let me sleep! (As if...)


The Rotten Correspondent 8 February 2008 at 18:47  

I'm so sorry you've contracted the dreaded Mommy Flu. That is just plain not good.

Get some rest, let the laundry be and start feeling better.


ExpatKat 8 February 2008 at 19:31  

Agh! The mummy flu is the worst. Try to delegate and then don't go too potty when they do things differently to you! Get well soon.

aims 8 February 2008 at 19:47  

How do you manage to still be funny when you have the flu?

Girl - get some rest. Gingerale - that's always the answer - hot gingerale...

Jonny's Mommy 8 February 2008 at 21:17  

Oh how I can relate right now. SO sick and the little one is too with something different..makes me worried he'll get what I've got...Ugh. I hope not. I hope you feel much better very soon...seriously, I've been on the potty so much today I thought about changing my blog title to the Potty Diaries too! Ha~!

Potty Mummy 8 February 2008 at 21:59  

RC, you're the nurse, I can only do what you tell me. Mind you, when I announced to Husband that I intend to do NOTHING tomorrow, he said "that's OK. I'll cook dinner". Bless. He didn't seem quite so sanguine when I explained 'NOTHING' really means - just that. I have an appointment with my bed tomorrow. So, no laundry.

EPK, thanks for the visit and you hit the nail on the head. I think I may have to wear a blindfold on the delegating thing...

Aims; gingerale? HOT gingerale? Wow. And there was me thinking of a glass of vodka...

J's Mommy, sounds like you are in a much worse place than me, get well soon, and feel free to take the title of my blog in vain. It may finally force to find something a little more culturally translatable!

Expatmum 8 February 2008 at 22:56  

Poor you. Two things - that little Scots woman on "You are What you Eat" (BBC America) was telling this week's victim that if you have a sugary and yeasty diet, those birds will visit. You can't possibly eat like this woman did, but it was good info.
next - you ought to see if you can borrow Cystal Jugsaw's husband - at least as a role model for a while. He sounds like a saint.
Feel better, as they say here.

ped crossing 9 February 2008 at 07:54  

Rest, feel better. My hubby says that the laundry thing is a crazy X chromosome thing. Well, he has an X as well and that doesn't stop him from staying in bed and whining.

I agree with RC, let the laundry and everything else go and rest, rest, and hydrate.

Nunhead Mum of One 9 February 2008 at 17:03  

Poor you, hope you feel better soon. Mummy Flu is also known for producing the words "You should have said!" when you collapse in Lemsip induced haze on top of still-to-be-washed clothing and plead for some help.

Mya 9 February 2008 at 17:57  

Or could it be Womble flu? I prescribe a brisk walk across Wimbledon Common. Get well soon.

Mya x

Potty Mummy 9 February 2008 at 21:33  

EPM, good tip and was trying that already. Since I'm much too big a fan of sugar I actually don't have too much readily available at home (unless I want to go to the trouble of baking a cake and in this state, Nigella I ain't). I can resist anything but temptation...

RC, thank you, it's lovely. Will visit and comment shortly.

Ped, I managed to let Husband do the laundry (mainly because yesterday when I did I left a brown sock in with a white wash and now the boy's t-shirts and vests are all an attractive shade of pale pink), but just couldn't go as far as letting him hang it up on the airer. I mean, have you seen what a man can do to a mess of socks, underwear and t-shirts? Or is that just MY man...?

NH Mum, normally you're right, but I think my smoker's cough (which I never have, by the way, hence it's effectiveness), had done the trick over night. A day in bed. What a shame I wasn't well enough to enjoy it!

Mya, only if the Wombles will accompany to take the used tissues off my hands when I've finished with them. Because they ARE real. Aren't they?

GoneBackSouth 9 February 2008 at 21:48  

Hi Potty Mummy, and thanks for your blogbrilliantly top tip about Sitemeter. It's ace! Although I fear it will give me even more reason to ignore the chores and sit at my computer until way too late into the night AGAIN. My house is breaking new records of messiness, and the Met Office have seen my ironing pile and issued an avalanche warning. Oh well. Get well soon!

Tracey 9 February 2008 at 23:27  

Gee, you've got a double whammy haven't you. As another mummy (and one who's had some bad times with that first one), you have my heartfelt sympathy. Hope you're back on track soon. Back to doing the only thing you do all day (cooking dinner) eh?

Frog in the Field 10 February 2008 at 17:34  

Poor Potty!
Sounds bloody awful, poor thing.
Just refuse to get out of bed, feign pain at the thought of coffee, tea or chocolate and then they'll think you're really ill.
I feel rotten too, sniff!
By head hurts, by dose hurts...

Potty Mummy 10 February 2008 at 20:23  

Hi GBS, glad to be of service. And at least now your son will be able to see where we all live...

Tracey, I know, isn't it shocking? You'ld think that after running multi-million pound accounts in my working life I would be able to do more than rustle up dinner in a day at home. But no. Must try harder. (And pay our invisible maid who does the laundry, tidying, shopping, school-run, entertains the children, etc etc etc, a great deal more...)

Ah, poor Frog. Am actually starting to feel a little better - at last - so I hope you improve too. Get well soon!

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