Sometimes life is hard. Really hard. And other times it’s not. We’ve been having one of those really hard weeks. It’s been persistently difficult… There hasn’t been much net time so I’m afraid I’m a bit behind.
Bo’s sickness got progressively worse and we aren’t out of the woods yet. Her nose ran like a tap for a few days and then she developed a cough. A cough that when it doesn’t sit the right way with her forces her to projectile vomit all over the parent holding her… namely, me. I’ve realised this week that parenthood makes you reassess your aversion to all things gross (poop and vomit, along with those other nasties that NOONE tells you about before you have kids of your own).. and realise that you know what… a bit of gross bodily fluid… well, it aint that bad. I thought this as I stood last night holding Bo tight whilst her vomit dripped off my nose, I thought, well, at least it isn’t in my mouth… and then she threw up again. Brilliant mama moment right there. So in between not sleeping (due to the coughing and the lack of clear nose passages) and the sharing of bodily fluids both Ni and I got sick too. She’s a good sharer our girl.
Life this week has been like trying to have a deep and meaningful conversation with two rabid dogs and a green toad. Frustrating, and a little on edge. This feeling of being stuck between a rock and a hard place has only been magnified with the isolation and throwing my birthday into the mix didn’t help much. Birthdays are such a funny thing… for me, I’m not sure if it’s that I have high expectations or a fairy tale imagination… but I am often disappointed. Realism is not always my strong suit. Cultural expectations have little place in a foreign world, even though one might hope that they do, even for just one day. One of the highlights of my day was being power spewed on by my darling daughter whilst trying to eat dinner, I was lucky that a friend was able to lend me a shirt then and there because the odour was unpleasant to say the least. Regardless of whether it was good or bad (and it had moments of both, like any day), it was what it was and now it is done for another year, and I am another year older, but none the wiser it would seem. Oh well, maybe I’ve filled my wisdom quota for this decade.
Birthdays, and other things, make me melancholic and I have a terrible habit of drifting off into the land of what-if’s and nostalgia and missed friends both of and no longer of this earth.
I haven’t had the camera on me as much as I usually do this week. I’m almost two full weeks late for Bo’s 7 month photo and still don’t think it’s really going to happen today either. It’s been a colourful week full of realism, late nights and sombre moments.. not the colours I would have ordered if it’d been my choice but either way… we forge on still and head towards a brand shiny new week where anything, ANYTHING can (and likely, will) happen.
I’m sorry I’m a week late to announce the winner of the Baby Beau and Belle Giveaway. But I’m seriously stoked to announce that Rebekka is the lucky winner of the $30 gift voucher. Rebekka I have sent your details to the wonderful staff over at Baby Beau and Belle and they should get back to you really soon with your voucher details.
Also our Stitches for Sisters Giveaway is still going until the end of this weekend. Get on it!
Let’s all have a wonderful, happy and sickness free weekend dutifully inked in fabolous colours.
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