It was traumatic for Hughie to see dozens of children crying at a time.
He followed suit. That comes with vomit – lucky, I had the vomit bag ready. He puked all his breakfast; cried all his tears that can or could produced (more to come I’m sure).
Yes. First day of school for him (while rest of the class was already on 3rd day).
We flew back last night. It was a difficult adjustment when we reached home. All three of our cars couldn’t start – battery went flat and tyre punctured, we reached home at 630pm and was raining heavily, I ran out of cooking gas – we were practically out of food and no transport to go get dinner! Did I mention starving?
Rough night.
More to come with me starting work tomorrow, Hughie second day of school and hubby working next week.
No more joy ride.
