10 Days to Work, Rest and Play

10 Days to Work, Rest and Play

Best laid plans

Photo by Ian Yates on Unsplash

We’ve been looking forward to this ten-day break for weeks. A complete rest from study, a chance to unpack the rest of my cabin, and to go to the beach for some late summer fun.

Keeley couldn’t take her last exam yesterday ( thank you, gastroenteritis), so she can’t have a complete break from studying. She’s too ill to stray far from the bathroom, and I’m not a whole lot better. I get so hot my nightie is drenched in sweat, and then I get so cold I’m looking for a blanket.

I’m lethargic and dropping off to sleep every couple of hours. Not that I’m complaining about that. When I’m awake, I’m having weird hallucinations – flashbacks to 55 years ago – that go round and round with no resolution. I’m not dehydrated, but maybe my brain is.

The boys are over the worst of the vomiting, we hope, and we’ve put disposable nappies on them to catch the runny, gassy, yellow poos. I’m tired of cleaning shit off the floor.

The baby is like a cat. He keeps using the same spot to defecate. Up until yesterday, I was on top of the cleaning and washing. The vomiting hit me on Tuesday night, and although it seems to have eased, I don’t dare eat.

I don’t know where all this s**t is coming from.

Day 1 is done. No work or play. And behind on washing of towels and sheets, which will take Day 2, if we can get rid of this dastardly demon.

I hope you are all feeling better than I am, and don’t feel as if you have to read this. It’s not pretty. I don’t even know if it makes sense.