It has not ben a glorious week. It’s been about getting by, getting through, managing, doing just enough. But we’ve done all those things, and I’m cautiously optimistic that we’ve reached the end of this bug, and that Big and I are finally pulling out of it.
She missed her first swimming gala tonight because of it. We went and watched, but she wasn’t up to swimming. Such a shame after all the effort she’s put in, and she was very brave about it, though a bit frayed by bedtime.
I’m frayed too. Have raised my voice far too many times today. I have not been all caring and all understanding. I want to be left alone, and of course that doesn’t happen. Taking five minutes to drink my tea just means the foul nappy will be even worse and Smallest that bit more tired and less cooperative.
I’m hoping for a decent night, as there’s been no napping today, but first I have to survive bedtime. Wish me luck.
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