Stay away from our house this weekend...

All of us have got some kind of lurgy. Joey has had a cough for about a week so on thursday I took him to the doctor as it had gotten worse and he was wheezing. The doctor diagnosed a mild form of bronchitis and then on thursday night J got a high temperature so was really uncomfortable all night (and he nursed like a newborn) and I hardly got any sleep. Thankfully, the fever had gone by yesterday morning but he still has a cough and is getting a runny nose. D is feeling rough apparently but as he is a man and the slightest ailment gets blown up out of all proportion, I remain skeptical as to how serious it is! I have a really sore throat and a stuffy nose and my head feels heavy and I ache all over (but that is probably from having to carry J more than usual over the past couple of days!!) I would really like to have had a long sleep this morning (and Joey is co-operating with that by still being asleep as I type) but for some reason I was wide-awake at 6.45! I think part of it is because my throat was hurting so I got up, made the honey/orange juice/ hot water drink my Mum used to make when I was asleep and here I am whinging to you all about how crappy I feel! When I get sick (or even when Joey gets sick) I always wish I was closer to my family. The luxury of being able to call up my Mum and say "mum, I need some sleep, please come and look after Joey for a few hours" is something that is not available to me. I know this is the life I have chosen (for now at least) but when I was living the life of a single woman, living so far away from your family really didn`t make a difference. I didn`t even really mind it when I got married but once Joey was born and I went home for the summer and realised how much easier things were for me with my family and old friends so close by, I really feel the pain when I need help and I feel bad asking people when they are so busy with their own lives. Recently I have become better at asking for help but it is times like this weekend that I realise what my Mum and a couple of other Mums I know who are foreign wives in London were talking about when they commented on how hard it is and how lonely you can get at times. I count myself lucky because I have so many wonderful friends who I can turn to for help/ advice (both online and IRL) but on days like today when I am feeling icky and full of self-pity, I wonder if things wouldn`t be ten thousand times easier if I lived in London! ;-)