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Thank Heavens life can go back to normal

South Africa has more public holidays than the average democracy...we just came through Easter, a tyring time for any mother, thank heavens Liam's school does not actually close down during this period.

The average South African needed to take three days worth of leave to spend a whopping thirteen consecutive days at home.  Thirteen.  Liam was confused.  He asked every morning if he would go to school today.  If I said 'no', he was sad, he misses his friends.  If the answer was 'yes' he was sad as he wants to stay home with me and Luks.  Not pretty.

I find that it is also a lot harder trying to balance Luka with Gerhard and Liam at home.  With Liam there is a two hour sleep possibility window, and Liam and Luka are not yet in sync.

It was also Gerhard's 34th birthday on Saturday, he got to spend it at a 1 year old's birthday party, how life has changed...anyhow, Liam got Gerhard some pink sweets from Woollies and a heart shaped candy.  We did the shopping on Friday.  So when Gerhard arrived home, Liam promptly informed him that he got him some pink sweets from Woollies and a heart shaped candy.  He also hid the bag in his room, and on Saturday morning, I watched Liam wake up, get out of bed, grab the birthday bag and come and sing happy birthday to his dad, absolutely adorable.

On Sunday my brother Albert and his wife, Sophia came to visit, was really lovely as we do not see the two of them often.  They stay in Middelburg.  Safe to say, they will wait a bit before having little kids, Liam and Luka together is quite the contraceptive at this stage of the game.

So on Tuesday morning whilst the rest of the country was in mourning as April only comes around once a year, I was rather happy to see the end of all the madness.  Wonder if I would have felt differently if I too had to brave the cold to go to the office. 

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