The Worst Weekend Ever…

You know how when some people get ill, they just carry on with life as normal – well, I am most certainly not one of those people!   

It started on Sunday morning so Mr Frugal gave me instructions to stay in bed until I felt better, he also provided me with a handy bell to ring if I needed something to save me having to shout.  One ring would bring Miss Frugal running, two would bring Master Frugal, three for Mr Frugal and four rings was an emergency that meant I required everyones attention.  I’m rather demanding when I’m ill so the bell was duly confiscated after an hour or so. 

After the bell was taken away from me, I resorted to texting and surprisingly, Mr Frugal ignored my text messages of ‘Ding Ding Ding’ although I did get a response to ‘If I can see a bright white light, am I dead’ even if it was only ‘No, it means you should shut the curtains’. 

I never actually made it downstairs on Sunday but yesterday I felt slightly better so I dragged myself downstairs and attempted to recommence my parenting duties.  It went well this morning and I managed to get the kids to school on time (ish) and dressed in full school uniform (they had each others shirts on but still…) but after school was another story. 

Just getting through the day had wiped me out so Mr Frugal offered to cook tea, a delicious and nutritious meal of super noodles.  I laid on the settee and relaxed knowing that tea was in his capable hands, that is, until I was rudely interrupted by the smoke detector.  Can someone please tell how on earth you manage to burn super noodles???

So I removed him from the kitchen and made Master Frugal a tin of soup with bread, served from a jug as we’d ran out of clean bowls and Miss Frugal was the lucky recipient of a ready meal that I forgot to remove the cling film from before serving it up.

I’ve also not had the energy to deal with the following concerning comments while I’ve been ill:

‘Will my ball things get big if I get chickenpox’

‘Don’t hump mammy’s leg, you can hump mine instead’

Dad, my favourite colours pink, the same shade as your nipples’

In defence of the above, I think Master Frugal meant mumps for the first one, they think humping is a cuddle (thanks to my quick thinking after a neighbours comment) and as for the third – I’ve got nothing