Since we got back, I feel a bit like I can’t come up for air. I couldn’t sleep the first two nights we got back, my body insisting that I needed to be awake at 4am. Then the kids got sick – first Oliver, and now possibly Callum. Not sure yet. Just a low grade fever for him. But Oliver had a fairly nasty tummy bug with fever, and spent most of Wednesday on the couch.
So I’m tired. Exhausted, really. There are literally 10 loads of laundry to do or put away (not an exaggeration). There are dishes stacking up. There is still another suitcase to be unpacked. There is still Christmas crap everywhere, decorations and cards and tree.
Before we went away, I agreed to book Oliver a birthday party with his friends for this weekend. I didn’t anticipate how much stress it would be causing me now, to have to pull together a half-way decent celebration. I also didn’t know that he was going to have a pretty decent party while we were away – I knew there was going to be one, but I didn’t know how much trouble my sister-in-law and mother-in-law were going to go to. It was a great pirate birthday party. So I really wish he wasn’t having another one this weekend. It’s overkill. And I’m overwhelmed.
All of these things are bloody petty, of course, when I get around to turning on the news. Haiti. It’s awful. I made a donation this week to Médecins Sans Frontières/Doctors Without Borders. What else can I do?
I’m floundering. Someone throw me a bone.
Here’s yours: if you want to peek at our photos from our trip – click the image.
|England trip Dec 09-Jan 10|