it really shouldn't.....

So here I am, sweating and achey having inherited four slightly different dilutions of man flu virus. Having answered the demands all week for hot ribena, cold ribena, warm orange, orange and honey, egg sandwiches, macaroni cheese, those little biscuity things, toast and marmite, toast and nutella (crusts off)white bread, muffins and that jam without the bits in, anything really, and can we have Chinese? Ive brought blankets, ice packs, my downie, his downie, more blankets, turned the telly round, turned the telly over, turned the telly up, turned the telly off, and then turned it back on again, tidied their bedrooms, tidied the bathroom, done eight loads of washing (including sicky sheets) played cards, monopoly, read stories (ok I lied about the monopoly) but it's felt like my children have had the total Monopoly of my time this week. Today I got the news that my Portrait of Our Time, heritage project has succeeded in securing 34k of Lottery funding -so has now become a serious reality -if I deliver, and my husband (my flu aside) now wants me to go lymph node hunting with him. What this means is, as he is sitting his deer stalker level 2 exam on Monday - that he has to be conversant with the lymphatic drainage system in a deer, which he is, more or less. But just in case, he shot one this morning and has asked that I accompany him to the freezing cold larder 4 miles away whist still dressed in my pj's (you can put a coat on) and then poke around inside a deer carcass and the disgusting pluck - hunting for something that he already knows is there......I feel like I would prefer at this point to go all diva is and go and buy a dress for the farmers ball tomorrow night, but I CBA. So will just have to look like an old frump with a red nose and a grumpy demeanor - as they make the announcement during the speeches that we have secured the dosh and prepare for a whole lot more bums to wipe.....