Mum-Flu (like Man-Flu, but worse)

You know the stereotype of man-flu, and how miserable men are when they have it? Well that's me. I get Pa-thetic. I become a whiney, whinegy and oh so woe is me. I list my symptoms endlessly in my mind, or to whomever's around, trying to describe the exact type of pain and discomfort that I'm sure is unique to my experience of a cold. And actually there are no "colds". They're Flu, because it feels so bad it HAS be more than a common cold. Ok, now add a baby to the scenario. And then add an avalanche of freelance work with impossibly short deadlines. That was my week. And I wasn't very good at it. By the end of it I could barely even talk to Cal because I'd lost my voice, and I didn't have anything fun to say anyway. There were actually moments where I thought, this baby thing, has Not been a Good Idea. Feeling that sick and having to take Cal out for a walk in the rain was my rock bottom. I really had the feeling that this isn't fair. Someone should be taking care of me. I want my mum (footstamp). And it takes a village, where's my fricken village? And then feeling simultaneous daft because I am not the first woman ever to have had a cold while she was looking after her baby, so jeeze Emma, suck it up. And then today I felt a little less feverish and had the presence of mind just to call our marvelous babysitter Malou to come and make it all better, and she did. So I should mention that Malou is one of the awesome babysitters at the babysitting agency Kind4Kids (but please don't request her, cause she's mine).

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