The Teenager-in-waiting has been diagnosed with swine flu, and the Tall Daughter - who was sent home from school this morning - is also looking decidedly porcine. I went to the hospital to collect the Tamiflu medication and was given strict instructions to confine the TiW to her bedroom until the most severe symptoms subside which could take up to five days.
Who said there were no good points to swine flu?
Anyway, the TiW was tucked up in bed with a drink, her mobile phone, the house phone (which has an intercom button on it), a box of tissues, and some magazines. She also has her laptop, her music centre and a television with a DVD player.
But, horror of horrors, she doesn't have Sky TV in her bedroom!!
"...but Mum, I'm going to...like...miss my fave programmes..."
I'm not sure how I'm going to live with the guilt but I'll battle on. I'm expecting a call from Social Services any minute. The next 5 days are going to be hard, pray for me.
UPDATE - Even more proof that I'm An Unfit Mother: the poor TiW is very poorly and really suffering with this horrible swine flu. She really doesn't feel well, and I'm up and down the stairs every few minutes checking on her. I feel guilty now. But then that is part of being a mum isn't it?