Yes, it is a nice day today. Yes, it has stopped raining for the first time in what feels like a hundred days. Yes, the sky does appear to be blue. Yes, everyone seems in good form and we were all in need of a lift of the spirits. No, it is not okay to wear shorts. Seriously, shorts?! Even in a good year, there may be a maximum of three days that we can (legitimately) wear shorts in Ireland and I don’t care how blue the sky, or how many days it’s been raining, the 17th February is not a day for shorts. Please go home and cover up. And put on a jumper while you’re at it... I’m cold just looking at you.
Jack seems better today. Of course he was up at 2 this morning, and again at 4, throwing up but vomit I can deal with. Headaches and unseen ailments - nope, they turn me into a useless heap and I start to seriously fret ‘what if they’re sick, like actually sick?’. Which then leads onto worse, horrible scenarios. My imagination can run wild and the images flashing through my brain were making me sick to my stomach.... such as my parents having to come to the house to mind Bobby and Ava while we’re in the hospital with Jack.... Would I have time to scrub the kitchen floor while waiting for the ambulance? Would Mom notice the over flowing hamper in the boys’ room (of course she would)... What if they decided to change Jack’s bed and realized that I just kind of ‘bundle’ my sheets and throw them in the hot press - not neatly folded, and not even ironed? Oh god, what if Dad opened the door to my Utility Room.....
Okay, calm down, Jack’s grand now and I can do the housework tomorrow... Well definitely Tuesday....Sure, there’s no rush. ;-)
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