Wednesday, 22 July 2009
More Buckets Please
Sometimes there just aren't enough buckets.
3 kids and a mummy down with the vomiting bug.
But with all kids now sleeping soundly, some even managed some dinner, a little peace is calmly settling in, and all seems well with the world again.
Daddy and Sarah appear smug in their apparent resilience, their ability to resist all forms of viral infection has been construed as some form of superiority. (But the night isn't over yet I remind someone, reminding him that he who laughs last also laughs loudest, and chuckle I might if he rolls over in the evening to tell me his belly hurts). Not that I would wish sickness upon anybody.
He did at least get the lucerne fertilised. Now the irrigating process begins, not usually without some form of drama.
Here's to a better day tomorrow.