If you’re a mum with the flu, you already know the brutal truth: mums don’t get sick days.
When the flu hits, the world does not stop. The washing machine keeps groaning, the family keeps shouting “Muuuuum?”, and you lie there questioning your life choices while clutching a lukewarm cup of tea.
The moment a mother gets the flu, something bizarre happens — the household forgets how to function. People who can operate a smartphone with 57 apps suddenly cannot locate the butter. Everyone becomes helpless.
And you, the feverish one, still end up answering questions from the sofa like some sort of delirious household oracle.
Kids, grown or small, love to analyse your appearance too. “Mum, you look awful,” they say sweetly. Thank you, darling. That really helps my recovery.
Meanwhile, the chores multiply like rabbits. The laundry basket becomes a villain. The dishwasher glares at you. And you’re still trying to rest while approving snacks and settling minor domestic disputes with one eye open.
Being a mum with the flu is not just an illness — it’s an administrative crisis.
My opinion? The moment a mum’s temperature goes up, she should be granted instant immunity from all chores. Someone else can find the cheese grater. We deserve to hibernate.
