The last 6 days I've been battling a nasty stomach bug which has literally knocked me sideways. My son's father opted out of coparenting last year, my emotionally unavailable mother lives conveniently overseas, so that meant I had to rely on my small circle of friends to help me out this week.
Whilst the diarrhoea and vomiting was happening, I also had to do nursery runs (my friends helped where they could), and had to do the usual mum stuff when I could muster the energy. Honestly, it's been a shit show. I have been so ill I've lost 7kg, was dehydrated to the point I ended up in an ambulance and spent the night in hospital on an IV drip. My friends/cousin took turns having him whilst I was recovering.
To top everything off, since I've been home, I've been incredibly short tempered with my autistic toddler which I feel awful about. He's non-verbal and at an age where he's very whiney, demanding and has tantrums at the drop of a hat. Normally I can deal with it, but where I've been feeling so ill and weak, I've been snappy and shouting at him. I feel like I'm letting my boy down.
Right now, I'm looking around my room and it's chaos. I haven't done any housework in a week and the washing basket is filled to the brim and I just don't have the energy to tackle it right now. My mother thinks messaging me via WhatsApp is a suitable alternative to being present to help, but it's not. She's never been there for me really... her idea of motherhood is performative at best. Just feeling like maybe I'm not cut out for this single mum life? I don't think I have what it takes to be the mum my boy deserves.