Strange week

That was a strange week. Yeah, a bit strange actually. I replaced my normal routine of work, training, sailing, general familying with watching my 2 year old be sick for a week.



This involved all the usual business; a bit of wiping up, some cleaning up, frequent picking up and 1 day of sponging up. The reason it felt strange was the uncertainty that settled over the times in between the caring action. For much of the week I was just here waiting for the next thing to do. Extended moments of inaction between the busy times of child wrangling. It meant I struggled to get any momentum to get things done when I did have time.


It was a bit like a crappy holiday from my normal life, lots of time with nothing demanding to do, but no real impetus to fill that time with things I could do. Also there was a cranky little person there. It wasn’t all bad, between the cough and the fever phases, sometimes we had fun. Certainly though neither of us would chose to do it all again.


I’m not tired or too worn out, however I’m keen to get the routine of a week back. I found it uncomfortable to drift through, the structure of a familiar week with a known busy grind sounds desirable to me. It wasn’t hard really, but it was strange. Bring on Monday.