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Angry mum may be back. And it was good while it lasted. Even if that meant living in constant distress of the monsters return and cautiously walking around on tip-toed feet. But it turns out that falling ill may be what finally broke the straw on the camels back. Yes, a completely mundane and ever ordinary strain of influenza that invaded my body over the weekend has brought the fiend out to play. Apparently myself being unwell is quite the cause for alarm and according to her and such a complete inconvenience. Despite the fact that she herself was sick a week prior.

But apparently I can not and should not be sick because, and I quote, “You do nothing and if you actually worked and left this house you wouldn’t be sick.”

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If I were looking for some sort of sympathy, and lets be honest, who in their time of suffering from the humble cold doesn’t want some sort of pity, I came to the wrong place. Even though brother dear was also sick a few weeks back and she happened to dote on him hand and foot. Calling over to your place unannounced with food and comfort soups, even attempting to convince him to return home if only for the night so she could nurse him back to health.

Yeah, barf.

But not me though. Simple, simple and disgraceful me. Not worthy of such help nor need. Even though my eyes are red, my nose incessantly dripping like a broken faucet and chest pains with every inhale I am not given a free pass. And my new state of unwell is bringing out the worst in her. These past few days have been a rollercoaster of emotions. Lots of highs and some scarily, familiar lows. And these lows frighten me because I don’t want to go back to those days and honestly my health can not take it.

And maybe I am being completely premature in my predications, over-thinking yet again but I can’t help but think these fruitful days of happy families has now run its course and those bleak, dark and sad oppressive days are slowly creeping forward. Sadly angry mum hath returned and our days of motherly bonding hath run dry.

I do hope I am wrong, but only time can only tell. And by time, I mean later this evening when she returns home from work.

Love,

xxx