poorly boy

The first day of our new normal and poor Isaac really isn’t himself - running a temperature and a temper to match. We entertained ourselves well enough and I made the most of his nap time, managing a run in the middle of the day. But I missed my Zeke and struggled when he came out of school exhausted and sobbing, he’d held it together all day but it was too much when the familiarity of Mum appeared so he let it go big time. Glad he did though - seems healthy to have a wail if a wail is required.

Gratefuls:

1. The prospect of a weekend with not a lot on so the children get the rest they need;
2. Running after weeks of excess - pretty sure I was sweating actual olive oil;
3. An evening of listening to LPs and chatting with Ant.