“So, you know that Stockholm isn’t an outer suburb of Sydney, but the capital of Sweden?” - yes, she said she remembered where it was. “So, you’re going to take a month off work, travel 24,000 km’s away, sit on a plane for 32 hours and then take care of the kids, one of which speaks predominately Swedish?”
Well when I said that Probably because Bubba and ourselves have already had every disgusting day care disease that you can have, we seem to be in the clear I was clearly lying. Because it had been a week since she’d gotten sick, I was of the optimistic opinion that I/we were in the clear. However, God had other plans. THE MOMENT the Flash seemed to be perking up and getting her sparkle back, I came down with the same disgusting thing. I’m not kidding, the exact MOMENT. Yesterday was a Day of Terror for me and I felt like I was going to die. We also had a small (no damage to humans or home) kitchen fire to add to the drama. Today I am feeling a little better.
TSH has been keeping the whole house running including saving the apartment from burning down and is about to take the kidlets out to an animal farm complete with a pancake picnic. God Bless Him. And the upside to all of this is that I’ve lost so much weight now that I’ll be able to totally pig out at Easter and eat whatever I want so Good Friday is probably going to be a Great One.
You know the type, the style of mum you always pictured yourself being, all smiles, spontaneity and sparkle. Ice cream for breakfast. Yelling competitions. Rave parties in the living room. Wearing your pj’s all day, well actually that wouldn’t be much of a change from these days.