We have the plague at our house. Both the kids have tummy bugs and while neither M or I have it yet, we both feel under the weather.
I had such high hopes of getting the house clean, getting cracking on the garden and finishing up my book work for my raranga (weaving) course. Instead the last five days have been a fog of sick buckets and dirty nappies and hospital emergency rooms. The most I can hope to accomplish is running the dishwasher after dinner.
I cling to the belief that one day I will feel energy when I wake up in the morning. That I will get the house in some sense of order. That I will have a moment to catch up with friends.
In the meantime I am snacking on the little things. Rangimarie's proud smile as she takes tentative, unsteady steps. Manaaki's determination to master a new strum on the ukulele.
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