Fighting viral

It’s been 3 exhausting weeks, fighting a viral infection here at home.

It all started with a late late night at a long-drawn extended family reunion at a Happy 99 Year Old Birthday, where the Bunnies were plied with numerous sweets by well-meaning relatives.

They caught it first.

Then me, 2 weeks ago. Razor blades in my throat.

And then Sweet Man, 3 days ago.

We have been working through lots of water, lemons, garlic and flaxseed. Sleeping whenever possible has been helping.

I thought we were getting better, but we’re not out of the woods yet. 9 month old Piglet started coughing 2 days ago. More night-wakings for me. And here I am, stopping by my blog for a quick post after another night-waking, and coming downstairs at 3.30am for paracetamol.

I try to avoid medications because they transfer through breastmilk, and I haven’t taken paracetamol in 3 years. So you can imagine the razors.

As far as possible, we don’t want to go down the antibiotic road.

Pray for us, please?

Where are we at? Just keeping our heads above water with homeschooling, home loving, and house chores.



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Back on the road

Confession time!


I love me Bunnies, but there are plenty of instances in which they drive me up the wall.  Eating too slowly, whining, arguing with each other – these are the main fare.  Come to think of it, there’s not much on the list but Every. Single. Day. of this, 8 days a week, has gradually, just gradually, been edging me towards …. let’s not go there right now, shall we?

Earlier this week, I decided I had enough.  I figured I had to do something before I burst.

So I started running again.  I mulled over the best time to do it, and figured that since Piglet wakes up almost every hour after 3 or 4 am, trying to get up before dawn to run would simply be a walk in the clouds.  (I kid you. Not!)

Instead, after the Bunnies got to bed nice and early, I did the usual house-clean as fast as I could and hit the treadmill.  With the TV on.  And my lovely New Balance shoes.

I love my New Balance shoes.  I will never buy Nike again.

If my crummy camera was in working order, I’d have taken a photo of my lovely shoes, but it’s a downright lousy camera requiring battery replacements every week.

So.  I have no photo.  Nothing but the best for my blog.


I managed 2 km in 22 minutes that first run on Tuesday, pretty far off from the days when I used to run 6 km everyday – the days before marriage and kids!

Tonight, I ran a second time, same distance but cut down my time by 2 minutes.  Maybe watching Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall at River Cottage at the same time had something to do with it?  (I love the man.  He farms, he cooks.  Enough said.)

I’m keeping up, Bunnies.  Keeping up.

Getting back my love for running, my body back, and praying a lot more besides.

Watch out for more stunt kicks from me.


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