3pm on Sunday and hubby remarked that he hadn’t had the chance to brush his teeth or wash his face. I replied that it’s ok, I haven’t either. I’m just thankful that I could get out of bed.
I was struck with vertigo on Saturday evening – totally ruined the long weekend. After the art class trial, we went to stock up on kiddos’ food stuff at Square 2 then headed home and that was when it hit. I was patting the overstimulated Alex to bed, bent over his cot. Perhaps I was bent over for too long but the dizziness that came right after never did go away fully until today.
It was so bad on Sunday that I couldn’t get out of bed and when I sat up I just felt like throwing up. So I lay there in bed, immobilised, giving instructions to hubby about what to feed the kids in my faint voice. I had planned to make Alicia’s favourite steamed egg with minced meat, but there was no way hubby would manage to make it for her. So I just told him to cook sweet potato porridge. And Alex could eat pasta with pasta sauce (sans cod or broccoli – not sure if I had enough energy to convey how long to steam the food for or how broccoli should be cut).
And so, the kids had a compromised lunch because mummy couldn’t get out of bed – the simplest act which is taken for granted every day.
So when I got out of bed on Monday morning, still a little giddy, I was still thankful that I managed to get out of bed and go about the usual chores, albeit a little slower than usual.
It was a good experience for hubby too I guess. Not being able to get up for the kids meant that everything had to be done by him (except breastfeed Alex). Not that he doesn’t appreciate what I do on a daily basis, but it was still a good reminder that stay home mommas don’t really have it that easy as people think. The chores we do are mundane and repetitive, but they aren’t easy for everybody. 🙂