The New Year was seen in with me sitting alone, while the kids slept and Ian was at work. The next day i got up to an awful virus, which started with exhaustion, was met with a cold and finished with stomach ache. What a horrible way to start the new year. Ian had to call in sick for his late shift, and Mum came around and cooked tea. There is nothing more complicated than a mother who falls ill. There is nothing more frustrating for me than when I fall ill. I loathe it, I look around and see all the things that I want to be doing and cannot get to! So annoying.
Today I went on to wonder whether I'm just plain exhausted. I haven't had a holiday in over three years, and I work 24/7. It's got to add up. This mothering business is definitely a labour of love. Ben has been at his Nana and Grandad's for two nights now which has lightened the load and provided me with some nice time with Luka. Today we dug potatoes, he ate strawberries and peas from the garden and 'helped' me plant some seedlings, chase some weeds and put some peas into raising mix. Was a nice time, except Jojo hated the playpen and I was feeling awful. Tonight made up for it though, made some fresh aioli for a potato, blue cheese and walnut salad on homegrown cos, and decided to whip the whites in the Kenwood so the boys and I ate meranges with whipped cream for dessert. YUM! Ian on nightshift, one more then off for four days. bring it on. See ya.
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