While everyone else was getting back into the swing of school and work this week, Cheeky Chap had a bonus week off school. As seems to be typical, despite having a whole two weeks off school, he picked up a nasty cough and cold on the Saturday before he was due back to school. Rather than getting better, he got worse, to the point that the night before term started again, the husband and I both woke up several times due to his coughing disturbing (and worrying!) us, despite the solid brick walls and closed doors. There was no way I was sending an already tired from the holidays boy back to school like that. We also started to notice that he would need the TV and iPad up a lot louder than usual, so much so that I even had to ask him to turn it down. That’s saying something considering I have a 50% hearing loss myself! We also found that we were repeating ourselves, loudly, much more frequently than usual.
On Wednesday morning, the husband took him to the GP. Usually I would wait about a week for an illness like that to pass before making an appointment, I am really not one to make a fuss but it was disrupting his sleep so much, it didn’t seem fair. If there was something wrong and something could be done to help ease his discomfort, I wanted it sooner rather than later. In order to get better you need to be able to rest properly and frankly you can’t a decent amount of sleep with a loud, sore cough and a streaming nose. On their return Cheeky Chap came bounding up to me, laughing and said “Mummy! The doctor told me I have a GUITAR in my ear! He must be kidding. HOW can a GUITAR get in my EAR?!”. It really was so funny and the happiest I had seen him in a few days. The husband did say that he was told Cheeky Chap could probably go back to school the following day after a few doses of antibiotics but as it turned out, he simply hasn’t been well enough, in our opinion. Lets face it, no one knows a child like their parents and I didn’t want to worry about being called in to collect him or worse, picking him up and realising he had been too ill after all. So we decided to keep him off for the rest of the week as well.
By Wednesday afternoon, we realised it had been almost a week since Cheeky Chap had got outside. We had left the house, stayed overnight at my sister’s, been shopping but he hadn’t really had any chance to burn off some energy. I felt that it was about time we got him outside and, to be honest, I needed some fresh air too. After a
heated brief conversation with the husband, who felt it best to keep Cheeky Chap indoors due to his ear and chest infection, we went up to our favourite park for 30 minutes. It was early afternoon which meant the ‘older’ play park was empty; it was a very rare treat to have the place all to ourselves. I only wish that we could have stayed longer! Naturally, an empty park also made it a lot easier for me to take some photos.
It was so nice to get outside, into the sunshine. I don’t know why but I never fail to be surprised just how much our moods are lifted by a brief period of the great outdoors after a prolonged period indoors.