Booooo! We have spent the last fortnight taking turns being ill. And if the children are ill and can’t sleep then they like to share that with the grown ups. And so the end of Juneathon came and went and I did nothing but wipe noses and grouch about not being able to take a sickie and stay in bed. The most annoying thing about being a stay at home mother (apart from having to call myself a SAHM) is the absence of sick leave. Children are relentless is their need to be fed, clothed and looked after.
Anyway, that’s my excuse and I’m sticking with it.
Apart from fizzling out at the end I really enjoyed Juneathon. I’m definitely planning on doing the January version and I hope to do a bit more running as well. Sheer, lovely, optimism.
On a more positive note I did the local Race for Life and managed to do it in just over 35 minutes which isn’t bad considering just how much dodging round people you have do. My biggest ambition is to start with the runners. Perhaps next year. The weather is always lovely for the RfL and as always it took me two hours to go from scarlet to my normal pallid skin colour. Thank goodness for long peaked caps. I’m definitely going to treat myself to a pair of running sunglasses.