It has meant I have done absolutely nothing for the last two days.
I probably should have been in hospital on a drip, but being me, I didn't even ring the doctor.
I have not even eaten in more than two days.
Apparently I was ridiculous and obviously delirious in the early hours of yesterday. The Workaholic force fed me paracetamol.
Thankfully the Workaholic worked from home yesterday, except when he went out for a boozy business lunch for three hours. This was of course when the heavens fell and the house was leaking and of course to put a cherry on top, the power went out.
Somehow from my bed I convinced the boys to have a nap till Dad came home and fixed the power.
They did and I went back to sleep.
The Workaholic came home, fixed the power and took the boys to Officeworks (what a treat) when they woke. He made them dinner, played some very messy titanic game with them and got them back into bed. I slept through the whole thing.
I wish I could sleep through until the cleaning fairy has been.
|Imagine this inside your lounge room, kitchen AND sunroom...|
image from here
Why do they make so much mess when I am sick? I swear the Workaholic is the worst. The carpet will not recover and poor old Freddy the Fighting fish may or may not have been saved by my intervention today. Only time will tell.
Anyway I am off to phone the carpet cleaners...