Did any of you see the movie The Holiday with Cameron Diaz and Jude Law? (and Kate Winslet, and Jack Black).

I *love* that movie.

One of the more amusing (though serious) moments is when Kate Winslet, after hearing some heart breaking news, is at home in her charming country cottage in Surrey, and when reliving the moment (while she’s heating up a kettle on her gas stove) she looks at the gas for a moment, then leans forward and takes a deep breath of it. Then realising what she’s done, (while coughing profusely) she opens the window to get fresh air, and then slaps herself in the face, saying, “Low Point! Low Point!” I always laugh at that part of the movie, and that was SO where I was yesterday. I would never top myself, but yesterday was definitely my low point.

It’s not that I don’t like taking care of my family. I really do.

Long ago when the hubby and I were first tentatively dating, he fell really ill (I should have seen this pattern already developing then), and even though he kept saying he would be fine, I sat up through the night cooling him down, and force feeding him temperature controlling meds, and then took him to the doctor in the morning. At the doctors office his temperature was at a whopping 40.6 deg C (normal is 36.7) and the doctor said to him, “You’d better marry this one, because she probably saved your life.”  Ha ha.

Yesterday, was just one of those days, where I was trying to do *everything* as usual, and failing miserably. I think I was in tears at least 3 times trying to get everything done (having a visit from Aunt Flo was probably the root cause of the emotional melt down). Then whenever I turned around, Skippy was doing something stupid, like pouring fruit juice over Flippers head (twice) and just generally doing annoying things. As a result, Flipper was extra whiny, refused to nap, and neither of them seemed remotely interested in any of the food (some of their favourites!) that I put in front of them.

Worst of all, I couldn’t just go and put my head down and catch up on sleep either, and just had to keep going.

In order to do that blog post of yesterday, I literally came into the study (the husband and I have taken to calling it the ‘Bridge’ as in Star Trek ) shut the door, and sent up a smoke signal and flare to all of you.

Thank you for listening!!!!!

Dang it if I don’t love all of you for being here for me I hearts you interwebz!

Anyway, things are looking up this morning, hubby has turned a corner (got up and tidied the kitchen – AMEN), and the kids are being quite docile and amusing themselves.

Now my only worry is Skipmeister, who had a spontaneous fever in the middle of the night and is looking a bit off colour today (and off his food). But, I reckon after yesterday, I can handle anything.

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