Slow Friday

Another day with F1 at home, want to ensure the chest clears up as fast a possible.

All in all it should have been a good day. The trouble was that an innocent comment made my anxiety spiral pretty much out of control.

A friend's boy who is at nursery with F2 currently has a tummy bug. He was sent home from nursery with it yesterday. My one proper irrational fear that I can't control is stomach bugs and the fear that one of us will get sick. The weird thing is, once one of the F'ers is sick, I'm fine. I can clear it up, look after them etc (admittedly the hand washing gets a bit manic). It's the anticipation of when it will happen. I have spent the day collecting together bleach and buckets in preparation and jumping whenever the phone rang in case it's nursery sending him home. It's pathetic.

Now the ritual of counting down 48 hours (the magic time that my irrational self will feel in the clear again) and looking too closely at F2 begins.......