Sunday 4th March. The kids were in a crazed state. I spent the morning weeping at church. Samuel got up from his afternoon nap and somehow managed to get poo all over his fingers and all over me. Then, with a car full of kids, I noticed the flashing empty fuel light so got to the petrol station only to find all the diesel pumps were empty. I just about managed to free-wheel down the hill, whilst praying I didn’t have to stop at any traffic lights, to fill up at the next petrol station. And my husband was on a plane heading half-way round the world.
So, yes, as you’ve probably worked out, I was feeling a bit sorry for myself.
And then came some perspective…. Continue reading