This morning I had raspberry crumble with cream for breakfast on the grounds that crumbles are made with oats and fruit – both of which feature in a healthy breakfast and cream is just like milk only thicker.
I also had it was because I was feeling sorry for myself as I’d caught a cold from my husband.
Except mine was a real cold with flu-like symptoms - terrible headache, runny nose and puffy eyes and his was a twelve minute man-cold which forced him to sit in front of the heater in nothing more than shorts and a t-shirt, chew on a packet of cold and flu tablets and indulge in a good old fashioned whinge.
All I wanted to do (after I’d eaten my dessert for breakfast) was sit on the couch, tucked into my bathrobe and ugg-boots and re-read Harry Potter in preparation for the final movie.
Six and a half months ago, this would have been possible.
Miss Q can’t read yet, so she didn’t get the memo that mama was feeling a little under the weather and was really hoping she could take care of herself today instead of relying on me for her every need and impulse.
I tell ya, this mothering gig ain’t for the faint of heart.
I know, I know, you can hear the violins playing a sad and sombre tune.