So, we were supposed to go for another glorious stay away at a bach this weekend.
The Getaway Angel must have been looking after us, because halfway between planning our weekend, K. mentioned casually that he felt like he was coming down with something.
Having lost a deposit the last time we planned a weekend away due to sickness – this time the Princess’s – I decided I’d leave booking until the last minute, so we could make sure all would be well.
It was a good call. Because, as it turns out, K. was fine, but at 5 am on Friday, a moaning, shivery, pale-faced C. woke me with a raging fever, aches and pains, and sore throat.
So instead of packing up and heading to the car, H. was packed off to school, while C. spent the day mostly in bed, even having two daytime naps – which was so unlike him, we knew he was ill! I felt gradually worse myself during the day, and by evening knew Number One Son had thoughtfully shared his illness with me (having crept into bed with me the night before, while K. was still fighting battles on WOW. Sneaky monster!)
So the pair of us spent most of the weekend watching kids’ TV and DVDs, shivering, sweating and/or napping in our beds, while H. and K. went shopping, bought in snacks, and enjoyed quality computer time together. Every so often C. would pipe up miserably: 'I'm sorry Mumma, that I gave you my sickness.' And I would lie that it was perfectly okay.
The Getaway Angel must have been looking after us, because halfway between planning our weekend, K. mentioned casually that he felt like he was coming down with something.
Having lost a deposit the last time we planned a weekend away due to sickness – this time the Princess’s – I decided I’d leave booking until the last minute, so we could make sure all would be well.
It was a good call. Because, as it turns out, K. was fine, but at 5 am on Friday, a moaning, shivery, pale-faced C. woke me with a raging fever, aches and pains, and sore throat.
So instead of packing up and heading to the car, H. was packed off to school, while C. spent the day mostly in bed, even having two daytime naps – which was so unlike him, we knew he was ill! I felt gradually worse myself during the day, and by evening knew Number One Son had thoughtfully shared his illness with me (having crept into bed with me the night before, while K. was still fighting battles on WOW. Sneaky monster!)
So the pair of us spent most of the weekend watching kids’ TV and DVDs, shivering, sweating and/or napping in our beds, while H. and K. went shopping, bought in snacks, and enjoyed quality computer time together. Every so often C. would pipe up miserably: 'I'm sorry Mumma, that I gave you my sickness.' And I would lie that it was perfectly okay.
Best of all, H. stayed well away from C. (meaning no fighting), because as she pointed out: 'I don't want The Sickness!'
Okay, it wasn’t exactly a weekend away, but I guess some pretty important Family Bonding went on anyway!
Okay, it wasn’t exactly a weekend away, but I guess some pretty important Family Bonding went on anyway!
It's just another Auckland sunrise
(best if sung to: It's just another Manic Monday by the Bangles.)
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That is a beautfiul picture! Thank you for coming by my blog and commenting about the birthday post I wrote for my husband. Have a great week.
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