Sorry I haven't posted in a bit! Ian and I have just purchased a home, and it's requiring a bit of TLC, plus packing, and getting ready for Christmas, I just haven't had time to breathe. Then yesterday, I had an evil stomach bug and so I laid on the couch and read and moaned of how I was on my deathbed, but no one would take of me. This, of course, was a complete lie as Ian was a very good caretaker but it reminded me of a conversation I had with my mum on the phone a week ago.
She called for some odd and random reason (read: Taylor's christmas box so no details will be provided here) and then I teased her about being a negligent mother for not remembering his birthday.
Mum: I know! I know! All my children tell me I am a terrible mother. I'm the worst. Over it. Moving on.
Me: Well, not the worst...but you know...you haven't exactly been attentive to my needs lately.
Mum: What do you mean?
Me: I didn't want to mention it, bbuutt for, like, the past four years, you haven't been at my beck and call when I was sick...
Mum: ...oh Lord...
Me: (continuing on throughout mum's mumblings) ...and so I haven't had anyone to bring me orange juice and cold rags for my head or make me couch nests to lay in and read, sleep, and watch Harry Potter...
Mum:...might I mention that you're married...
Me:...and so I really don't think that I have been getting as well as quickly as I used to.
Mum: Does Ian not take care of you?
Me: He does, but that's besides the point. You're my mum. You're supposed to take of me forever, especially when I am sick.
Mum: This entire conversation has taken a turn for the ridiculous.
Me: You just wait. I am probably going to be ill soon, and you won't take care of me.
Mum: You're right. Because your husband will and you're being a child.
Me: *blows raspberry in her ear*
AND what would you know, I was sick yesterday, and Ian did take care of me. But I had to make my own couch nest, and I didn't get to watch any Harry Potter, there was no orange juice or cold rags for my head. Not that I was that sick, just a little tummy bug probably caused my dinner the night before, and I have already packed away my Harry Potter movies to be moved over to the new house. I am also not a huge fan of orange juice. But this is all besides the point. The point is when I am sick, I need a certain routine followed, and I don't care that I am in my mid-twenties, if I don't feel well, my body thinks its five again. And when you're five, you need your mum.
And also probably some "Soft Kitty."
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