All snuggled up together and wrapped up all over each other, like puppies.
They insisted on sleeping together last night, after I had to leave them to their own devices all afternoon and evening due to illness. I was so sick I couldn’t stand, or even sit up for more than 30 seconds. The whooshing would start in my ears, my head would start falling off my shoulders and everything began to go black.
I had to lie down, a lot. Somehow, I served them dinner, which I fortunately cooked earlier that day. Then I went back to bed and fell asleep. I was dead to the world. I didn’t care if they ate their dinner, what they did after. I told them they would have to put each other to bed, when they came in wandering to my room at one stage.
I got up around 9 to find them in their pyjamas with the TV still on. I sent them to bed. That’s when they insisted on their sleeping arrangements. I left them to it. I have no idea how long they stayed up, or what time they fell asleep.
It was scary being on my own last night. I considered calling an ambulance, but kept hoping I would get better. And what would happen to the boys? My parents are two hours away. (Luckily, this morning, a friend who heard about my day and lives five minutes away offered to help, should I ever find myself in a similar situation.)
I slept for 12 hours, waking up briefly with a headache, but no more fainting, at 4 am. That’s when I checked on them. That’s when I saw them, like puppies all snuggled up together. They didn’t have me for a few hours, but they had each other. I put an extra blanket over them and went back to bed.
This morning I was better. The boys came into my bed and snuggled up, asking if I was OK. They were relieved that I was, but also disappointed, as it meant school as usual. I asked them if they liked looking after themselves and they said they did, but preferred me to do it. Seems I am not superfluous, yet.
It seems that I was forced to relinquish control over them yesterday. And they survived. So did I.