I'm ready to pounce.
Hanno went to bed last night with a raspy voice and a sore throat, I think he'll get up this morning and tell me he has a cold. The nurse/mother in me is awakening and I'm all set to sooky him. Mind you, I did give him the cold so I do feel half a pang of guilt, but having someone to make warm, to squeeze juice for and to coddle makes me smile along with that quickly diminishing feeling of guilt.
When I was a young girl my mother used to make a big fuss of us when we were sick. She'd make us jelly and junket, or soft boiled eggs with toast soldiers - bliss! So I guess I have modelled her behaviour with my own family. When my boys were sick I tried the jelly and junket treatment on them, and although they liked it, they preferred juice and toasted Vegemite soldiers.
I think illness brings out the mother in all of us. There are very few times when we can really pamper the people we love. Of course, we do it in small ways every days, but I'm talking about the grand style of pampering when we fluff up pillows, make up the sofa as a day bed and which involves warm lemon and honey tea and going to and fro getting all manner of things for the patient.
I have to work today - I swapped a day earlier in the week because I was sick - but I hope to have Hanno bundled up warmly on the sofa before I leave. I'll put hot tea in a thermos and the squeezed juice in the fridge so it will be easy for him while I'm away. There will be magazines on the coffee table, the remote control on top of the magazines and a box of tissues and bin for used tissues next to him.
Sleep is the best treatment for a cold, along with being looked after with lemon drinks and soft foods, so I hope Hanno sleeps while I'm gone. Knowing him as I do though, he'll probably sit down till I leave, then work in the garden most of the day. If I were here all day I could insist on bed rest and all the flufferies that go along with it. I guess I have to be content with what he feels comfortable with. But if he gets up and says he's got a cold, I'm ready to pounce.
GLOSSARY ;- )
Hanno went to bed last night with a raspy voice and a sore throat, I think he'll get up this morning and tell me he has a cold. The nurse/mother in me is awakening and I'm all set to sooky him. Mind you, I did give him the cold so I do feel half a pang of guilt, but having someone to make warm, to squeeze juice for and to coddle makes me smile along with that quickly diminishing feeling of guilt.
When I was a young girl my mother used to make a big fuss of us when we were sick. She'd make us jelly and junket, or soft boiled eggs with toast soldiers - bliss! So I guess I have modelled her behaviour with my own family. When my boys were sick I tried the jelly and junket treatment on them, and although they liked it, they preferred juice and toasted Vegemite soldiers.
I think illness brings out the mother in all of us. There are very few times when we can really pamper the people we love. Of course, we do it in small ways every days, but I'm talking about the grand style of pampering when we fluff up pillows, make up the sofa as a day bed and which involves warm lemon and honey tea and going to and fro getting all manner of things for the patient.
I have to work today - I swapped a day earlier in the week because I was sick - but I hope to have Hanno bundled up warmly on the sofa before I leave. I'll put hot tea in a thermos and the squeezed juice in the fridge so it will be easy for him while I'm away. There will be magazines on the coffee table, the remote control on top of the magazines and a box of tissues and bin for used tissues next to him.
Sleep is the best treatment for a cold, along with being looked after with lemon drinks and soft foods, so I hope Hanno sleeps while I'm gone. Knowing him as I do though, he'll probably sit down till I leave, then work in the garden most of the day. If I were here all day I could insist on bed rest and all the flufferies that go along with it. I guess I have to be content with what he feels comfortable with. But if he gets up and says he's got a cold, I'm ready to pounce.
GLOSSARY ;- )
sooky: Treat with excessive indulgence.