“Man Flu? Good excuse for moaning, more like!” – Ritu

I’m sorry it’s a ‘one line’ with an explanation – again!

Some of you will have read about my feeling under the weather over the weekend. A horrible cold which hung on through the whole weekend, and is just about gone now, bar a few snotty tissues a day.

I dealt with it, as all working mums do, making sure I got rest  interspersed with making sure certain duties were done too:

• clean house – ✔
• grocery shopping – ✔
• homework checked – ✔
• ironing – ✔
• family fed – ✔

Oh, and I wrote a poem about it too! 😉

Back to work Monday, feeling much better than I had been and looking forward to a full night’s sleep… but that wasn’t due to happen…

No, it wasn’t kids this time, but Hubby Dearest!

From 2.30 am, his bunged up self moaned, and groaned, tossing and turning, getting up for a drink, switching lights on to find medication and tissues, moaned some more, threw his arm over me all sweaty – no thank you!) then finally settled into a snore-filled sleep…

Two hours of dealing with that, and I fell asleep briefly, before being rudely awoken by my alarm.

Now, some of us don’t have the luxury of a job where we can go in late/book a day off just because/work from home. No, teaching isn’t that kinda bag, so I had to drag myself in, hauling my own bags (of the under-eye variety) in with me to school. His Nibs, snoozed on as the kids and I got ready for school.

I managed to get through the day with my class, then had to tackle assessment and progress grids, as it’s that time of term, and by 5 pm I could feel the pressure of a migraine building up.

I excused myself and dosed up on painkillers and we wrapped up our work, then collected the kids and finally got home, after a trip to the shops for needed pet supplies.

I was laying in bed, early, trying to fight off the ache, when Hubby Dearest popped his head round the door. Now, kudos to him, despite his severe ailment, he had managed to get into work, moans and groans and all, and was back, still full of cold.

I sympathise, I do, been there, done that this weekend!

But when he said ” I’m ill…!” looking for sympathy… Hmm, I’m sorry, but at that point, I couldn’t help him!

“I spent all weekend suffering, and on no occasion did I moan you out of your sleep, disturbing the peace of the weekend! Thanks to your noise and lumbering around last night, I have one hell of a headache!”

“But I’m not well…”

“It’s a COLD, for goodness sake!”

But I knew, deep down, it wasn’t a cold… it was MAN FLU! And we are all gonna hear about it until the last sniffle subsides!

Seriously, blokes? I know I read about it somewhere, that you are affected worse by this strain of cold , sorry MAN FLU, and apparently really can’t handle it. You go into meltdown. Heaven forbid if you were to have to go through childbirth!

Maybe it’s just time to admit it. Men ARE the WEAKER sex!!!

For Linda’s #1LinerWeds Challenge. (But a lot more than one line!!!)