A Soaking

Bob and I had our first snowball fight on the year this morning - just watching the look of excitement with a hint of anxiety was enough to make me smile.

My head has been pounding for days now and this morning I realised how much I hide from everyone around me whilst standing with Bob waiting on the school bus.

For the majority of the time it's not a conscious decision, it's just what I do. I guess subconciously I don't want to be treated differently.

She simply asked if I was okay as my eyes looked sore. When I told her I was fine just a really sore head she smiled a sad smile and said "I forgot you had a tumour". In an instance I went from excitement and joy to feeling helpless.

Her look on her face has stayed with me all day, fear and apprehension. She's a brave wee soul that has already been through so much - I'm gifted to have such a beautiful, smart and loving child.

This evening when I got home Bob was on the Kinect, I reckon 30 minutes a night for the next 3 years should shift some weight. After winning 3 of the 4 dance games we played she moved on to track and field and properly destroyed me.

By the end of it I was ready for a shower, Bob being the ever helpful child was happy to oblige. Unfortunately, I didn't specify hot water as she let the cold tap run for ages before dumping the jug all over my head.