Newspaper article The Queensland Times (Ipswich, Australia)

Mums Don't Have Time to Get Sick

Newspaper article The Queensland Times (Ipswich, Australia)

Mums Don't Have Time to Get Sick

Article excerpt

MY son was sick with a cold this week. By Saturday he was feeling better and kindly passed it onto his sister and I!

Full of beans he was up at 5.30am Saturday morning, excited about going to soccer ... in four hours time.

His sister had snuck into my bed and spent most of the night coughing in my face, so when I awoke to the sound of him playing his toy piano accordion, I was instantly drained.

I was aching all over and my throat felt as though I had swallowed razor blades! My daughter was the same.

Of course there's no sleeping in when you have children. We were all up and medicated by 6.30am and after an extra strong cup of coffee, I proceeded to coax my "team" into getting ready.

It was medal day, so we had to be there! Of course we spent a half of the morning hunting for a misplaced purple soccer boot and then had to dig through dirty laundry to find the other missing bits of his uniform.

We piled into the car which is always "fun" and of course my distracted soccer star had to run back inside twice to grab the things he's forgotten ... water bottle, shin pads, transformer, and his favourite Lego creation.

Finally in the car and I have yet another disagreement with my son's seatbelt. He sits in a giant- sized booster seat, which in my small car covers most of the seatbelt clicker so there's always a problem securing the seatbelt. He's unable to do it himself as a result I have a permanent broken thumbnail on my right hand.

A quick five minutes down the road and we're there. We pile out of the car and like all the amazing mummy packhorses out there, I managed to carry the bags, two chairs and hot beverages without spilling a drop.

Fortunately the paracetamol and coffee had kicked in and I was proudly able to watch him score three goals and get his medal at the end!

Next we were off the shop for "super foods" and medication, then over to grandma and Poppie's to show them the medal.

By the time we got to the shop however, the paracetamol and coffee ... had worn off.

My body was aching as I dragged myself through the aisles like a zombie, kids hanging off the trolley whining.

Can I get a toy? …

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