We greeted Daddy at Wellington Airport, first thing on Monday morning. We knew he’d be tired from his travels – but we weren’t expecting him to be quite so burned out…
There wasn’t much meat left on him – but he still managed to pedal a bike next to Sophie at the Fonterra Science Roadshow! Hee,hee!
It wasn’t just Daddy that felt a little worn out – Sophie, Alice and I were recovering from a gastric bug (Charlotte thank goodness avoided it).
This was the day after Alice had just stopped being sick and I took her and Sophie down the beach for some fresh sea air (unfortunately Sophie and I started to vomit that night!).
We were all very relieved to see our ‘rock’ return home to us on Monday. Four night’s away seemed like a long time.
And my friend Cyndi inspired this little poem (setting the theme of ‘Run’ for Lyrical Sunday)…
RUN: from empty to free!
For days I’d been running, from –
one sick child to another.
Fetching towels, bowls and washing –
till I too started to chunder.
And then, when I felt better –
a real run I did hunger.
I waited for the freedom –
to stride out, my pace, alone.
My children left in good hands –
their Dad returned from foreign lands.
I picked up tempo and ran –
free from chores, demands and talk…
and the whirr, whirr, whirr of the washing machine!