Sunday, 8 July 2007


"It should be more fun than this." Something I usually think but don't say to the wife. But unusually she did today.

A quiet weekend. Kept it that way given the temperature he had for 48hrs earlier in the week.

Saturday was my day with the boy. We were both tired and crabby in the morning. Neither of us had quite enough sleep. But eventually we both cheered up. Went to auntie's via the shops. The boy was happy to see her. Went back to the supermarket later to buy Thomas the Tank Engine cake mix. He may not eat them but does love making them.

Sunday, had a short lie in. Whilst the boy and the wife went to the market, I cleaned the house. The boy tired quickly, so not all done before they got back.

Me and the wife tired and tetchy. Neither had enough rest. Both inclined to snap at each other. Best kept apart, so I made cakes with the boy whilst the wife had a rest. He loves the process of making them and the stirring of the ingredients. He never wants to eat them, even if offered, but happy if we do.

The general feeling that we have to make the most of the time we have with the boy. But too tired to do so. The spectre of the MRI result to come. May not be good news. Who knows? But the certainty that if not this one, then the next one or the one after that.

1 comment:

Thomas, as told to Sarah said...

Love the determined, accomplished face as he carries the cupcakes.