Today has mostly involved...

Vomit.

Bet you're glad you read that, huh?

The clocks have shifted forwards for summer here in NZ, which of course means that it has done nothing but chuck down with rain. Luckily, this inclement weather has enabled Jo & I to maintain our family tradition of hanging out washing only to have it dry, then get soaked by a downpour and spend 3 days on the line drying out again. But I digress.

The clocks having changed I was was forced awake this morning at 6am (though the clock claimed 7am). Ugh. It was not a welcome start to the week. In fact, I was feeling supremely knackered, which may have had something to do with spending the whole weekend furiously writing/running with dog/being hearty. AND to make it worse I was facing a day without "nanna afternoon" as Jo's mum was at the beach for the week.

Now, I refuse to let such triviality interfere with my overwhelming urge to collapse in a heap of bleurgh, so the household was sent into a tailspin of activity - baby stuff sorted, dog stuff sorted, wife stuff sorted - and all was loaded into the car and we headed north. We headed beachwards. Jo was dropped off at work and we drove on towards the sands of Raumati.

We made it there by 9.30am. By which point I was starving, so I ventured to this new-fangled "drive-through" and bought a flat white and a muffin. Of course, being the day before payday my card bounced, luckily we have savings for such drastic emergencies. Onwards we travelled to nanna's house. The baby had phase two of breakfast - rhubarb, pear & apple mash with muesli, and the dog had her breakfast. Except the dog wouldn't eat. Instead the dog made nasty gagging noises and was chivvied outside, returning with a spring in her step (and presumably less in her stomach).

oh but no.

An estimated 10 minutes later the dog did an impressive barf right in the middle of the lounge.

About 30 minutes later I popped downstairs to grab the Ben's blanket from the car only to discover a secondary barf. And then Ben hurled all over his clothes.

What did I do? I left Ben with his grandpa and headed to the beach with the dog.

I'll leave it there; no doubt I'll blog again later in the week when I'm "working".

Adios!