Yesterday was David’s 36th birthday. Happy birthday baby! Only four years until the big 4.0…is that why you seemed a bit flat today? Got a bit of the birthday blues? We’ve seen a few birthdays together.
I think the first birthday I celebrated with David was his 19th. A group of us ambushed him as he was sleeping with breakfast and the Simpsons game of life! Oh those were the days! Expensive ice cream and coffee, Saturday morning sleep ins and afternoons in our little Suzuki down at Whale Beach. We were so young. Don’t get me wrong, 36 isn’t old at all and our life is still full of wonderful days… they just take on a different form and they mostly include seven children.
Winter is here at my house. It is freezing in the morning, freezing in the night and I know it’s Winter because ALL of my children have colds. Yep, all of them, in differing levels of illness, are sick with runny noses, terrible coughs, sore ears, sore throats and asthma, lots of asthma.
Winter was heralded by my having to spend $140 on asthma medication alone. That is without the panadol and cough medicine (for the two who DON’T have asthma), the tissues and the lip balm. Now David is sick too. So I am on my own in making sure all the kids are rugged up and warm, medicated and Vicks Vapourised.
I hate Winter and I hate doctors. Especially paeds who are overseas during the Tregenza sicky months. Lord, give me strength to get through this season.