No mumma, you can’t have ‘just have a minute’

Oi vey!

No, I haven’t converted, but it feels like that’s the most appropriate [read: printable] thing to say right now. I understand ‘oi vey’ it to be an exclamation of exasperation, translating to ‘oh, pain’. Oh pain is right. For everyone.

Bubba has a cold. Not a full-blown, can’t breathe, raging fever, nose running off her face cold. Just enough to make her feel miserable. Really miserable. Slight fever, nose running a little, sore ear (if the rubbing’s anything to go by), rattly breath.

Just enough discomfort to not want to be put down. At. All.

She sat on the other side of the shower screen and cried while I had an 18 second shower this morning. I had intentions of putting make up on standing at my bathroom mirror – not that make up is really going to make a scrap of difference to the Louis Vuitton travel trunks I’m carrying around under my eyes.

Um, no. I don’t think so mumma. Standing up to put make up on is not allowed right now. But I just need a minute Love Bug.

No mumma, you can’t have ‘just a minute’.

Lucky for me there’s a full length mirror outside my bathroom so I sat on the floor to put make up on there. And this happened.

Personal space. What’s that?

I need to feed the puppies Bubba. Yep, okay, I suppose I can do that with you on my hip.

What do you mean you’re not going to eat Beary? Again? Must you hunger strike every other day? It’s not going to help anyone’s demeanour lovely mutt. I still have to leave the house, and you’re still going to be hungry.

Yes, Bella, I know you’re still there.

I really need some caffeine. Can I make a cup of tea? No, not unless I can do that with you on my hip? Okay, water will do. Oh, and a piece of chocolate. For now.

If I can’t put you down, can I at least put you in the Baby Bjorn and carry you around? Yep? Okay. That’s a good plan. For a minute.

I have a great idea: let’s go to the drug store and buy a refill for the vapouriser for your room. It will help you sleep by clearing out your stuffy little nose. And you love a walk.

The drug store is closed. Of course it is. It’s too early Sunday morning, everyone else is asleep. At least you seem a little happier being close to your mumma.

Mumma is buying a coffee. I can drink it while we’re walking. Because who knows when I’m going to get another opportunity today, and I neeeeeeeeeed a little pick me up. Home we go again because it’s now very close to your morning sleep time. That you will actually sleep is anyone’s guess.

Oi vey.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. lamehousewife says:

    oh…the beauty of motherhood…everyday has a new kind of bloom to add to the bouquet…blessings…i will pray for your continued mumma strength

  2. dogdaz says:

    Great ramble of how it really happens with kids and dogs and life. “Oy vey” is such a good way to say ‘Woe is me!’ One does not have to be Jewish to speak Yiddish 🙂

    I hope you can sleep when she sleeps and that she gets better soon. – DogDaz

  3. Bassas Blog says:

    Oi vey! Congratulations on your survival! I hope bubba quickly recovers. You describe things in such a lovely and funny way. You always make me smile. Regarding some of the detail, I was trying to figure how effective an 18 second shower would be! Love the picture of you all sharing one square meter of space – we do that a lot in our house. By the way, what is personal space? 🙂

  4. Great pictures and we sure know how you feel! We pare praying for Bubba’s recovery and for you to get some sleep. Ah… sleep…. yeah once upon a time we used to get that… LOL…. You are doing a great job and Bubba is very lucky to have a wonderful mommy like you!

    Your friends,
    The collies and chuck 🙂

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