Sunday is a scorcher

It's very hot.

Very.  Hot.

Yesterday was 33 degrees in the shade and coupled with being quite sick, not a good experience.

It's also tough to be a mother or a wife.  Even tougher being both.

You never get to just BE SICK and pass that Caring-stick on to someone else.

It just adds to the worries and load that you already carry.

Always.

Even in my feverish delirium, whilst looking after Son#3, I actually washed a kitchen floor and stairs and finished Chaim Potok's 'The Chosen'.  

All with the help of my little friend, Paracetomol. 

I know, I know.

I have 'sucker for punishment' written all over me.

I'm just tired of wading through the debris from the tsunami of individual moods in our house.
Sigh.

Think good thoughts, Yo.

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