Kiran Chug and Musings on motherhood
There are sometimes in life when the rules don’t stand. They are the times when the routine doesn’t matter, when there are more important things to do than have the children in bed by 7pm, and when you just have to go with what works. This week is one of those times.
The little mister has hand foot and mouth disease. Poor Milin, it has hit him hard, and comes on the back of a nasty vomiting bug which he had hardly got over before succumbing to an awful rash. He is the third child at his nursery to catch the virus. We are just hoping little baby Jasmin doesn’t get it too.
I know the virus will pass and I know it will make him stronger. But for now, I feel so heartbroken watching him suffer, and I feel so helpless at not being able to make him well again. So, the last few days have been all about throwing the routine and the rules out of the window and doing whatever makes him happy. We’ve given up on getting anywhere on time, or really going anywhere at all – and we’re concentrating on the fun stuff all the time.
We’ve been doing lots of this: Watching Cbeebies in your pyjamas with a bowl of crisps in your hand for lunch is pretty much the perfect sick toddler activity.
We’ve also been taking lots of iPhone selfies. Milin loves doing this and I don’t normally let him – but this week I figure, why not?
There’s been lots of playing-with-trains action too. I’ve got pretty good at building loops into the track. It’s an essential life skill.
And whenever he’s up to it, we’ve been stomping through muddy puddles and autumn leaves in our wellies. Because nothing beats the blues better than getting outside.
We might do more of this bending the rules and dropping the routine stuff when he’s better. I can’t wait.