Today I had a day off work to spend with the kids for the beginning of half term. That, however, is not quite how it worked out. Instead, I’ve spent most of the day in bed having been awake all night following a bout of food poisoning.
I went to the theatre last night to see Jack Whitehall. To be honest, I didn’t find him hilarious, but he did raise a few laughs. Before the show, my wife, my father-in-law and I had a meal in the restaurant. There was not a lot to choose from, this being a Sunday, so we had a sharing platter of olives, falafel, little mushroom balls stuffed with rice (a bit like a mini risotto in a ball), sun dried tomatoes and salad, you get the gist. I then had the “superfood salad” which consisted of cold broccoli, what seemed to be a whole tub of cherry tomatoes, avocado and rather a lot of gritty quinoa. I didn’t eat it all, it was too large, but on the whole it was absolutely fine.
As the show went on, I could feel the falafel settling, and by the time we left I could feel my stomach cramping up which made for an uncomfortable journey in the back of the car.
Rather than heading home, we went back to my in-laws to stay the night, it being half term, and having come straight from the caravan earlier, it made sense to do so, I planned to head out with the kids somewhere first thing in the morning. I headed up for bed not long after we got back, discovering T asleep on my side of the bed I decided to sleep in his bed.
I couldn’t get to sleep. Unusual for me as I’m usually out like a light then struggle to stay asleep. After a couple of hours of tossing and turning I felt that sweet taste in my mouth which means run to the toilet quick!
I won’t go into details, but it wasn’t pleasant and there was a lot of it. After an indeterminate amount of time spent languishing on the bathroom floor between bouts of vomiting, I made my way back to bed. Unable to go back to sleep for fear of a repeat experience, with a pain in my gut and my head both of which throbbed rhythmically in time with my heart.
I finally drifted off about dawn, into a solid six hours of uninterrupted sleep. Waking up about an hour ago as my wife brought me a cup of tea and some plain biscuits.
The upshot is, I now feel guilty. Guilty for spending a days holiday from work in bed. Guilty because my mother-in-law has had to entertain the children while I’ve been asleep. Guilty because my wife has had her day interrupted at work with the kids hanging around. But, I feel most guilty for missing out on the time I should have been spending with my children today. I get to spend such precious little time with them as it is, and on a day that has been anticipated for months, I spend most of it in bed.