Wednesday 9th July 2014
Thank goodness Erroll came home from a layover this morning. I was really run into the ground, exhausted, overworked and stressed these past few days, and his helping hand about the house and with the baby could not have come at a better moment.
Its 10:47PM and I am bedbound, dosed high on paracetamol as my entire body aches. Everything: my head, joints, limbs and muscles. I wonder what this is about, and why I have succumbed to illness…but I think I know why: the constant tension I feel between a needy infant, an even needier boss and high pressure job, deadlines that are unreasonable and my desire to be a stay-at-home mum. Its taking its toll.
To think, yesterday an Emirati co-worker asked if I was pregnant again ‘as the paunch at your stomach looks like it.’ Great; drained and unattractive. And for the record, I am not. Still, no matter how dog-tired I become, the fella below provides me with the magic cure to all my ills. That and plenty of paracetamol.