Tumble dryer and washing machine constantly running. Piles of washed linen and bed sheets stacked up in the corner. Sad and miserable kids curled up on the bed or sofa. Frazzled and exhausted parents who automate between jumping up and rushing the kids to the toilet, stripping sheets and cleaning up vomit or comforting sad kids.
Sigh gastro is in the house. I spent the night alternating between the beds of Saitaoha and Saitaomei who all wanted to sleep with mummy. Luckily I think they slept most of the night away, tired out after a full day of vomiting and diarrhoea.
This morning I was torn between going to work and staying at home with them. But my laptop wouldn’t start up properly and all the work that I had grand plans of ‘finishing up’ this weekend came crashing down on me. When I left Saitaoha at my ah ma’s she started tearing up and I felt myself tearing up too. This is ridiculous having to have a make a choice between work or tending to sick kids. Yet so many mothers do this every single day.
I’m hoping I can power on and finish up early today so I can rush home and see the kids. Here’s hoping. SIGH.