Day 15 - Oranges and kiwis

RtW rings me first thing.
"Hey, Amy, how'sitgoin'? How r tings? Am just finishing off a job here, is it ok if I call round about lunchtime?"

And I say something I thought I would NEVER say to him:
"Hey Rory, how are things? D'you know, I was in bed by 9 o'clock last night and then I woke up this morning with a raging sore throat so it's probably best if you stay away for a while [what am I doing??? Am I mad???], I don't want to give you whatever I have, you know... I'm all aches and pains and I think I'd better go back to bed... [that's the second time you've mentioned bed now, Amy, he might get the wrong idea, let it go...]"
"Oh, sorry to hear that, Amy [he sounds really sorry, too, he's such a nice guy], you get yourself well, sure give me a shout when you're better and I'll call round then."
"OK, Rory, thanks a mill, and sorry again [why am I apologising for being sick?]. Talk soon."

When I hang up the phone I drag myself over to the counter and plug in the kettle. Why does it feel so heavy this morning, and I only half-filled it. Before I get too comfortable I'd better drop in Emma's school bag, it's just one of those mornings and I forgot to bring it along. It's a wonder I didn't forget the child, the way I am feeling.

Emma gives me a huge hug and says "Thank you Mummy." She makes me melt and I feel all glowy inside. I close the door and drive home, at half my usual pace. There is no sense rushing today, I will just get done what I can.

Back in the door and I decide not to tackle the washing. I don't think I can lift the basket. Somehow going back to bed is all I feel like doing. But somehow I just can't, and I also find it difficult to plop myself down in front of the telly and watch morning TV. I feel that while I am at home, I should really be doing something, and I can't sit down when the house is a mess anyway. I decide to ring Mum while I am having my cup of tea, contemplating my next move.

"Hi love. Oh, you sound terrible. [Thanks, Mum. Way to make me feel better!] You should just sit down now love and leave everything, yes, I know you find that impossible! But you need to rest, have you had breakfast yet?"
Can she see into my kitchen, my clean plate is sitting in front of me, waiting to be filled.

"Ehh, no, not yet..."
"See now, love, that's what you need, a bit of food, lots of vitamin C, do you have any oranges, or kiwis..."

And so she prattles on, and I know everything she is going to say before she even says it, but nevertheless, I feel a bit better when I hang up a phone, and decide that, after my kiwi and my glass of juice, I will take the day as it comes after that.

As long as no agency calls me today. Somehow I don't think I would give my best performance...