All was going swimmingly in the school holidays
Not a lot of swimming obviously because its cold in Tassie in winter but we were having a lovely little holiday.
Then the cough started...hack, hack, hack.
Day and night (mostly night). Hack, hack, hack.
She slept through, I didn't.
Well enough to fly to Melbourne where we had a fabulous time doing all the Tassie tourist in Melbourne stuff but then the diagnosis of whooping cough was made and the cough continued but we had to try and get medicine into her.
Still...not too bad...but then the little one got sick.
And although we're better placed than most to cope and deal and do what's necessary explosive, emergency poos at all hours of the day and night are not nice for anyone (and especially when you're travelling).
Its been going all week. Day and night.
(and the hack, hack, hack continues....)
We've been home every day. Just the two of us.
Unable to move far from a toilet.
ABC kids on at all times.
Washing machine competing with it for noise factor.
(and the dryer cos obviously with all that cold, wet, wintery weather nothing dries EVER)
And we were both going quietly (and not so quietly - in fact screaming tantrumly not quietly) mad.
Today was better.
Blue skies, sunshine.
We left the house.
There were smiles and laughs.
Tomorrow is Saturday.
There will be soccer and coffee and sitting in front of the fire reading the papers.
Life moves on...gets better.I'm grateful for that.
I'm linking up with Maxabella at Village Voices for all things grateful this week