9. How long can I stay in bed and get waited on by my children? (1/2)
😭
I could cry.
Really.
It is now 13:53 and no-one has come in to see if I was okay. 2 children haven't even bothered to come and say good morning.
What makes it worse is that we are under lockdown. So they cannot have left for school and I, myself, cannot have left for work nor for any other errands. So everyone knows I am here, in my house, my room , my bed.
😭
They must be glad to get their sweet mama off their backs. After all, they're the right kind of age for that. Maybe this 'experiment' will not be a lesson for them but a lesson for me.
Wait a minute ... I think I can hear footsteps ...
'What's up?
Erm ... Nothing ... Why?
Well, you're still in bed and it's a school day. You always get everyone out of bed for a 9AM sharp start going on and on about having to keep a regular routine bla bla bla ... and this morning nothing! Baby of the family even says you're not even sick and that she could have had a video-conference lesson planned and she would have missed it. Because of you ...
Well, she didn't. Did she?
Mum! Get real! You sound like me. ... Want lunch?
Yes (I am trying to hide my immense pleasure at that question.)
In bed?
Yes, please. That would be lovely. (I think I am definitely doing really well at hiding my pleasure.)
She's off. Not even asking why I don't want to go downstairs but never mind: this is cooking singing daughter who has just asked if I wanted lunch. She is really good at rustling up some food even when the fridge is bare. Which is not the case: remember the lockdown.
Then I hear her downstairs:
'Mum's making a fuss and having a kind of tantrum and she won't get up.'
'I think she's on strike.' I hear baby of the family say. 'So who's cooking?'
Then the music goes on full blast covering up their voices (you know I like eavesdropping) and that's the sign that someone's preparing food. 😉
I could cry.
Really.
It is now 13:53 and no-one has come in to see if I was okay. 2 children haven't even bothered to come and say good morning.
What makes it worse is that we are under lockdown. So they cannot have left for school and I, myself, cannot have left for work nor for any other errands. So everyone knows I am here, in my house, my room , my bed.
😭
They must be glad to get their sweet mama off their backs. After all, they're the right kind of age for that. Maybe this 'experiment' will not be a lesson for them but a lesson for me.
Wait a minute ... I think I can hear footsteps ...
'What's up?
Erm ... Nothing ... Why?
Well, you're still in bed and it's a school day. You always get everyone out of bed for a 9AM sharp start going on and on about having to keep a regular routine bla bla bla ... and this morning nothing! Baby of the family even says you're not even sick and that she could have had a video-conference lesson planned and she would have missed it. Because of you ...
Well, she didn't. Did she?
Mum! Get real! You sound like me. ... Want lunch?
Yes (I am trying to hide my immense pleasure at that question.)
In bed?
Yes, please. That would be lovely. (I think I am definitely doing really well at hiding my pleasure.)
She's off. Not even asking why I don't want to go downstairs but never mind: this is cooking singing daughter who has just asked if I wanted lunch. She is really good at rustling up some food even when the fridge is bare. Which is not the case: remember the lockdown.
Then I hear her downstairs:
'Mum's making a fuss and having a kind of tantrum and she won't get up.'
'I think she's on strike.' I hear baby of the family say. 'So who's cooking?'
Then the music goes on full blast covering up their voices (you know I like eavesdropping) and that's the sign that someone's preparing food. 😉
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