If you have not met the man flu, let me explain: this is when your other - sometimes better - half gets sick.
He sighs some more.
He is pitiful.
Well,...truth be told, the "man flu" this year is pretty extreme. What gave it away as "real" man flu was the pile of many blankets, a wool jumper, a heat pack ALL in front of the fire.
But never fear!! With his incapacitation, life went on.
I took 3 children to the airport at 5am on Saturday so the boys could go to Queensland for their holidays.
The little Bella Boo enjoyed her early morning trip - I bet no one had heard a more excited 3 year old at 6:30am, than when the planes took off.
And yes, I mean "planes"...plural.
Because when the boys plane took off...
we had to stay for the next one as well.
Thankfully Bella Boo also went back to bed once we got home, so I could also steal a few more winks before I got up and into....
Prepping the ensuite!!
As a bit of background, our ensuite has had a change in vanity and loo,
the walls were in desperate need of attention
with peeling white paint over
the dreaded 80's apricot.
I had bought myself a new power tool to help with the job: the all powerful sander, with multi speed, multi attachments, multi everything...I was excited!!
When I bought the sander, the boys were still here on holidays. Knowing they were happily ensconced in front of the TV for hours of Wii Indiana Jones Lego fun, I adorned my safety costume of mask and goggles, primed the ensuite and attacked the walls with a fierce and noisy vibrating abandon.
When I stopped to admire my first sweep of sanded art, I turned to find two bewildered sons staring at me. Wii controllers gripped still, their mouths slightly ajar!
"What are you doing", asked my eldest genius.
"I'm sanding" I said with glee!
Though perhaps that was muffled by the mask I still wore.
Again, my eldest stared at me as if an alien.
"You're building!" he said.
"No!" I reassured him, "I'm sanding".
They were a touch confused by my activities. But then again, I reasoned with myself, perhaps the combination of their holiday hang-time and my inspired behaviour with a power tool...perhaps, this was the first true opportunity for them to realise I am a woman of action AND many talents.
Anyway, back to the "man flu".
So I had already sanded the ensuite and had puttied.
Once the boys flew away - a quiet relief as their concerned glances at me "building" was not doing much for my "I can do it all" confidence - I needed to perform further sanding...further puttying. Without watchful, concerned eyes, I took to my task like a seasoned pro - I had little idea what I was really doing, but it felt good. It felt right. And I was a little OCD about making sure everything puttied was smooth...that all previous signs of peeling paint were obliterated.
By the end of the weekend I was ready to make the most of the extra holidays I had taken to paint our ensuite. Bring on the completed task!!
Then guess what happened.
I got "girl flu".
Naturally, it is not as bad as "man flu".
But it has involved alot of this:
I will finish the ensuite...it may not be as quick as I would like. I certainly hope though, it is before the boys return from holidays.