I’m not going to come on here and complain about the weekend that just passed. Go on and on about how Daisy was sick almost the entire time with a stomach bug or something that meant she was on the toilet the whole time (including both nights as well) because hey, it would have been much worse being her, being in the pain and being upset about it. Poor little thing broke my heart approximately 637 times saying things like “I’m so sorry Mama” or “don’t laugh at me” or “when will this get better? How many more weeks will it be like this?” And when she finally started to feel better yesterday so we ventured out into the world to a friend’s kids b’day party it was just cruel to explain that in fact she could not eat those cupcakes there. Or fairy bread. Or when we got to my Mum’s place that platter of antipasto delights that she loves oh so much.
I will say that the sun shone brightly yesterday and we all got to sit in it in our backyard and soak it up together. I will tell you that on Saturday I went and had a lovely lunch with my gals and my mother in law at a fabulous cafe in Birchgrove. That we had the tastiest crispy skin chicken from the Happy Chef in Newtown that makes my heart sing and taste buds oh so happy for lunch yesterday and some of the spiciest, yummiest Thai for dinner on Friday night. And that we had 18 groups through on Saturday afternoon looking at the house which was about 15 more than I thought we would get given that the election was on. That despite all the sickness we got to catch up with some friends yesterday afternoon at a lovely harbour side park then at my Mum’s place in the evening.