Elastics fun

I decided to teach the girls how to play elastics. I loved elastics at school, and I was really good at it - not to boast ... but I could do elastics well even at necks.

At school lately they've had a big push from Sport Waikato on physical fitness and healthy eating, encouraging the kids to find new ways to get active.

After trawling around on the internet for half an hour I had a fairly good handful of elastics rhymes for them, so we headed off to Spotlight on one of "mum's mystery missions" where I don't tell the kids what we're doing, they have to guess ...

A 3m length of elastic cost me $5.10, and it entertained the girls for HOURS! Actually, it entertained me a whole lot too - I'm not as good at it anymore, but hey - I'm 20 years out of practice!!

Winter buglies

I was so healthy, and made sure I took a berocca every day to stay that well. Everybody around me was sick but not me, no way!

A month ago I had both the children home from school for the whole week ... and I came down with a chest infection, which cost me $73 at the A&E clinic. The antibiotics kind-of worked (while making me a whole lot sicker at the same time - my stomach disagreed with them for the whole week), and the doctor told me to rest. No chance of that - my students at dancing still need a teacher (there is nobody who can cover me), and my desk at work had disappeared under a week's worth of paperwork from being home with the girls. Being self-employed, I can't just leave it like that because noone else will do it!

What can one do other than plod on ... and on ... and on.

So here I am, 4 weeks later - still coughing (which has NOT done my pelvic floor any favours - thanks childbirth!). The chest infection has cleared up I think, but now I have a head cold to boot, not to mention that my throat feels like I ate a grater.

I want to stamp my feet because it's not fair - I hear this all the time from the children, but because I often tell them that life is not fair, I can't really use that line myself!

Adulthood is no fun when you're a busy working mum who is sick - looking after the children, looking after the husband, looking after the pets, looking after the house, looking after the business ...

Who's going to look after me?
Just me - because I'm an adult now.