Love, bubs and life on our little farm

I guess losing a kg or two is handy when you are putting on a nice dress to go to a "do", however losing said weight from vomiting from Norovirus is hell on earth. I was so so so sick it wasn't funny - it came on yesterday afternoon and was a definite 24 hour bug.

Jase cheerily avoided me and headed off to work whilst I struggled to get up this morning and care for Elka. He is normally the best husband around but he definitely lost brownie points today - when I emailed him to tell him I was too weak to lift Elka (and Murphys Law - she had a sooky day and wanted lots of hugs), I got told to drink more water (ggggrr). I nearly passed out trying to change her nappy at one point. But I soldiered on, as Mums do. So then of course dear Husband then comes home from work sick with the same thing - crawls into bed (oh if only I could have done that!) and that is the last I have seen of him for the last five hours (GGGGRRRRRR). Leaving me to continue to mind bub, attend to the farriers coming to fix Spech before my Sunday competition, organise food for Elka for the next few days, prepare her babysitting things and disinfect the entire house so my parents who arrive tomorrow dont get sick too.

So am currently less than impressed.

On a side note, am off to vacumm with our brand new vacuum cleaner. For the price we paid, it really should vacuum the house without me ($700!! and no its not a Dyson - some fandangled European thing that it meant to be good, I just wanted something that will last more than a year).

Tomorrow I have to set up competition arena's and the showjumps at my club grounds, vote, orgnise baby for babysitting, get dressed and get to the luncheon by 12.30pm. Sigh - I remind myself that I love being busy - life is too short to twiddle your thumbs!