calm before the storm

Master Isaac disappeared after preschool. He felt rotten and put himself to bed. Then there was a few hours of lethargic cuddles. Then he vomited. Poor lamb. And poor me as well - it was even in my hair. Antony was amused that I barely batted an eyelid - that’s what the first decade of parenting does for you. Pass the bleach!

Very sadly, weekend plans of camping are cancelled and poor little Isaac can’t visit big school as planned. He’s a sad sack.

Gratefuls:

1. Getting some work off my desk;
2. Clean running water;
3. Excitement for the children about new teachers.