I have slept a lot this week, a virus sapping all my energy and will. No restful slumber for me, instead hours of restless tossing.
Fever soaked dreams left me listless and without focus.
An impromptu and unexpected blog break resulted, leaving me unsettled. (One day I will have scheduled posts in my back pocket for just this eventuality).
My wonderful husband rallied round; worked from home, did school runs in the rain, kept things going as I stumbled around the house, needing a seat every few minutes, before finding myself in bed, again.
Having begun to plan a piece of fiction for this post, I found myself the unhappy recipient of more sleep than I wanted, not something I expect to say often, and all my ideas went the way of the best dreams.
Disappearing at the border of slumber and wakefulness.
I am acutely aware of distance at times like this; of the miles between us and any immediate family. Of the burden of any illness on my husband or I, or both of us.
We live our life here carefully balanced, just managing to keep all plates spinning. With school and activities and teams. Work commitments, play dates and parent meetings.
It takes very little for plates to start falling, not much more for them to smash.
It is not a problem unique to expats, I realise that, but it underlines to me the importance of developing a strong support network.
It also relies on the ability to ask for help.
Not one of my strong points.
I don’t like to be a bother.
We made it through this week; a particularly busy and complicated one, even by our standards. Doctor and dentist appointments were kept. First Cub Scout Den Meeting was a success. First Swim Meet of the season went well. First school project of the year completed.
All on top of the usual chaos.
But it was hard. For me, watching it all happening and having little energy to help. On my husband, who had to fit so many extras around an already busy work day.
Several wonderful friends have said what can I do to help? I’ve said thank you, we’re fine.
And we were. But, it was a close thing.
As I head towards the weekend, feeling better (which is of course, a relative term), I hope for an end to the restlessness and fever inspired worry dreams.
I also know I need to work on my support network. I know it’s there, I just need to learn to use it. Without feeling like I’m being a bother.
But most of all, right now, I look forward to a restful slumber with sweet dreams.
You can find this weeks #ThePrompt linky here. I do hope this week’s prompt inspired you; I look forward to reading your posts.