Tuesday, 27 July 2010
The right medicine
I woke on Sunday night to two little girls burning up with a fever, then Skip got on a plane and headed interstate for the rest of the week and my poor old mum is in hospital, with day surgery leading to two nights in hospital due to a reaction to anaesthetic. Not the makings of a calm week. Despite all this, I don't feel too bad (beside the slight cold I have).
Skip kindly stocked the fridge full of food before he left and so I've only had to go out to get Panadol. The rest of the time, the girls and I have snuggled on the couch watching telly, reading books and dozing. In a strange kind of way it's been nice after a hectic few weeks.
Skip sounds like he's getting good work done without the distraction of home life. Mum will be fine once the effects of anaesthetic wear off.
So all-in-all it's not end of the world stuff. Actually I've been given time to dream, think and ponder, which is a rarity in the chaos that usually unfolds. It's nice to let the gogs whir and churn.
Image by Filomena Scalise