Traditions are prolific this time of year and my one of ‘struggling to fit in running’ is in operation yet again. Must admit though there has been ‘some’ running, in previous years December has been a ‘running free’ month.
When I was younger like most girls in the 70’s I wanted to be a nurse, after all what else did females ‘do’ back then? Later on I considered re training, this week I have come to realise though that the NHS had a lucky escape and should really thank their lucky stars!
Thursday morning Madam got up and stated she was not well. How could I tell this was true, using my super mummy powers?
- She was hot
- She looked awful
- Admitted to being tired and not sleeping
- She wanted to go to school!
- Her chocolate remained uneaten
- The day was spent on the sofa
- The ipad and all electronic devices were untouched only the TV stared at.
- Much moaning about medicine taking, took place
- Much moaning about temperature taking, took place
- Much moaning about life took place
Thursday was her first day off school in 16 months, Friday she insisted on going in despite a temperature, you see it was non uniform day and house hockey and she was captain! Lets hope after the Christmas break she is as keen to return, though somehow I doubt it.
Saturday saw us not go to parkrun, the first one we have missed in a while, by the evening disaster had struck and hubby was coming down with the lurgy.
Using my super wifey powers, how did I know he is ill?
- Boots have relieved him of much of his wages this month, so no presents for me, unless I want a bulk pack of lemsip!
- Sniff. sniff, sniff
- Sigh, sigh, sigh
If the ground was not so frozen I would have dug a very big for the pair of them this weekend!
Talking of frozen ground, this morning I ran 14 miles on it. The joy of hard mud, instead of sloppy, slippy mud, much easier to run on. It was cold but dry. The occasional part hosted freezing cold puddles, part of the roads were tricky but all in all not a bad run. Still not getting any easier though!