I worked an evening shift on Friday, helping out a colleague who needed to do family things. While I was at work, Big was ill, copiously. Tim was slightly green when I got back, and we all had a very quiet day on Saturday. On Sunday she’d recovered enough to go a party and so off we toddled to school again. The children were well entertained by a guy with a dragon (although it thinking about it now puts me in mind of something I read on a news site, something about them no longer playing, as instead we buy them experiences), so I hid upstairs and did computer stuff for Ailsa and we talked about What Happens Next.
Monday was work, and Tim had a quiet day with the children. Tuesday was work and the children at school, and then in the middle of the night, Small was up being ill. So that was nice. So today I’ve worked from home as Tim is off and about taking Lily back to university. The children have missed him tonight, as have I.
With a bit of luck, Small will not be ill any more tonight (he hasn’t been today, it was just that one bout in the middle of the night) and I won’t have a weeping Big on my hands in the morning because she can’t go to school. 🙄
Although I might cry – I quite enjoyed not experiencing the M1.
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