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.
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.
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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