I’ve tried to write several versions of this but have given up – the words don’t seem to be flowing properly
I’m poorly – turns out the cystitis developed into a kidney infection. Not a bad one but still enough to merit a round of antibiotics and ideally a day in bed.
Except I’m not getting a day in bed, instead I’m writting this sat in the departure lounge at Gatwick waiting for a flight off on a business trip. We’ve already been waiting two hours and it looks as if we’ll have another couple…. Not what I’d be doing if I had things my own way.
This trip has also created a working parent nightmare – turns out both Mr and I have to be away at the same time and we’ve had to call on favours to look after the girls. I know it isn’t the end of the world but I’m guessing most people would consider me to be a bad mother to leave my children entirely on their own in a different country from both parents because I still persist in pursuing this career thing. Or maybe not. I don’t know.
So anyway, there you have it. Life will hopefully improve as antibiotics and various other pills kick in and hopefully mend my broken body and possibly I will get away on this trip. And if I get away, at least I get a night on my own, with no wriggly small person in my bed which has to be a good thing.
And I’ve just realised that this time next week we’ll be on the road, driving off for our holidays. Which naturally means I should be spending this extra time writing the lists of the myriad of things that need doing before we go. Did I mention we have building work starting whilst we’re away?