Oh beeny. I am at the hotel
I have been permanently ill for about a year now, basically since dd1 started nursery. One cold, followed by stomach bug, followed by another cold, followed by chest infection, followed by proper flu - then I did get a week in bed but it was no fun at all feeling guilty about mil looking after dcs, followed by bronchitis, etc, etc.
I hate it. I feel if only I could have a week in the sun somewhere, with eight hours sleep a night guaranteed and long days in a lounger snoozing, I'd recuperate finally but that ain't gonna happen because no one would take the dds - and I'd miss them. When I think of all the holidays I used to have like that, waargh!
It's because I'm never fully recovered that I'm open to the next bug that dd1 brings home. Am fed up of constantly feeling so low physically and mentally. Dh is unsympathetic and gets angry because I don't want to stay up watching DVDs with him but want to go to bed at 9pm.
Anyway, feel a bit better for venting that. Good luck to all you other ill and tired mums out there, it is shite and the only comfort is knowin gwe're all in it together