Daddy’s back & a ‘Run’ for Lyrical Sunday

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.

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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!