I have two poorly patients. Husband is doubly afflicted with a sore shoulder and a sickness bug. I am concerned that he catches every bug doing the rounds. I think it must be a combination of tube air and office air -ugh. Monkey Boy has an horrendous sounding cough. I took him to the Doctors about 10 days ago only to be told "no he's fine, just a cough". It seems to be worsening and I am always incredibly anxious that it will trigger an asthma attack. I'm touching wood as I write because so far this winter, so good and no horrible frantic trips to the local A&E. The bark like cough sounds dreadful, I wince if he does it in public as I imagine people will assume I am negligent in some respect.
Back from the Doctors. Monkey seems to think that it is some sort of treat! He grew impatient to leave the house, saying "I go to see Doctor now" and really charmed the pants off her when she was listening to his chest. Apparently he has croup which he's had before and ended up being nebulised in hospital for. I have given him all his medication and I pray he copes and we don't end up in a scramble to A&E in the middle of the night. I've even put his humidifier on in the hope the steam alleviates it a bit.
I am half heartedly watching that dreadful 'soft' current affairs programme on ITV while eatnig my 'meal for one' which is homemade flapjack. It's all about an 8 year old who is obese. I couldn't help noticing that even in the photos on the mantlepiece he's got a can of Coke in his hand! I also noticed that his Granny's surname is 'Bake'. Ahh, now there's a nice shot of his Mum smoking a fag while tending the deep fat fryer - makes sense when you see it in this context. Poor child, I feel really sad for him. I should know, I was an overweight child and although I might have lost weight, the pyschological scars are huge. I still have 'issues' about food too. I'm don't have an eating disorder but my relationship with food is definitely awkward.
Monday, 26 February 2007
Saturday, 24 February 2007
Saturday 24th February
I'm having a good day despite achieving next to nothing. I managed a 5k run in the gym today. A big deal for a non-runner like me. I think it helped that I had an espresso just beforehand. Mind you, I felt knackered for the rest of the day.
Husband has offered to take me to Le Manoir for my upcoming birthday. Would be lovely, French food is my favourite, except there is a minimum 2 night stay for weekends. My birthday falls on a Friday this year so I doubt we'll go as rooms begin around the £350 mark!
Monkey Boy adores his Daddy so much. Saturday is definitely 'Daddy time' and at least twice today he ordered me to "Go in the kitchen Mummy". I try not to take exception to this as Daddy is working such long hours and Monkey barely sees him in the week. I definitely feel like a 'weekend wife' at times. Still, I also enjoy my independence and have never minded my own company and thoughts.
I had mixed news today. A former friend gave birth to a baby boy and I am delighted for her and her hubby but I doubt I will see her baby unless it is by accident. We had an 'enduring' friendship through school but this was largely based on her bullying me and me having a perverse need for her approval. I made a mistake of entrusting her to carry out the duties of a 'chief bridesmaid' (conjures images of Atilla The Hun somehow) and was then surprised when she attempted to let me down at every turn. This 'honour' of being a bridesmaid was bestowed upon me by her until, at the eleventh hour, I realised I had been 'uninvited' in this role. Not even having the guts to tell me to my face and yet happily chat about the plans and the detail of her wedding in front of me, left me raw. It proved pivotal in our relationship. I decided that I would step back, unable to accept the same crap that I had as a child. God, this is reading like a dodgy therapy session.
Spoke to Mad Granny (my Mother) today. I can tell she is struggling. My grandmother has Altzheimers disease but also has a back problem which is causing her intolerable pain. Apparently she'd been popping Ibuprofen like it was going out of fashion - along with her other tablets- but it was causing deterioration in her digestive tract so the Doctor ordered her to stop taking it. My dear Ma was with her for hours yesterday, feeling utterly helpless in easing her pain. It is a horrible thought that you can't help the pain of someone you love. All this was related with great pace on the basis of needing to go and help my father , and yet, just as I'm doing a mental drift, she snaps me back with some minor titbit of gossip about someone or other
Husband has offered to take me to Le Manoir for my upcoming birthday. Would be lovely, French food is my favourite, except there is a minimum 2 night stay for weekends. My birthday falls on a Friday this year so I doubt we'll go as rooms begin around the £350 mark!
Monkey Boy adores his Daddy so much. Saturday is definitely 'Daddy time' and at least twice today he ordered me to "Go in the kitchen Mummy". I try not to take exception to this as Daddy is working such long hours and Monkey barely sees him in the week. I definitely feel like a 'weekend wife' at times. Still, I also enjoy my independence and have never minded my own company and thoughts.
I had mixed news today. A former friend gave birth to a baby boy and I am delighted for her and her hubby but I doubt I will see her baby unless it is by accident. We had an 'enduring' friendship through school but this was largely based on her bullying me and me having a perverse need for her approval. I made a mistake of entrusting her to carry out the duties of a 'chief bridesmaid' (conjures images of Atilla The Hun somehow) and was then surprised when she attempted to let me down at every turn. This 'honour' of being a bridesmaid was bestowed upon me by her until, at the eleventh hour, I realised I had been 'uninvited' in this role. Not even having the guts to tell me to my face and yet happily chat about the plans and the detail of her wedding in front of me, left me raw. It proved pivotal in our relationship. I decided that I would step back, unable to accept the same crap that I had as a child. God, this is reading like a dodgy therapy session.
Spoke to Mad Granny (my Mother) today. I can tell she is struggling. My grandmother has Altzheimers disease but also has a back problem which is causing her intolerable pain. Apparently she'd been popping Ibuprofen like it was going out of fashion - along with her other tablets- but it was causing deterioration in her digestive tract so the Doctor ordered her to stop taking it. My dear Ma was with her for hours yesterday, feeling utterly helpless in easing her pain. It is a horrible thought that you can't help the pain of someone you love. All this was related with great pace on the basis of needing to go and help my father , and yet, just as I'm doing a mental drift, she snaps me back with some minor titbit of gossip about someone or other
Friday, 23 February 2007
Friday 23rd February. A bit later in the day
We didn't make it to the library. I decided to tackle Monkey's frizzy mob, I say 'I' but really I mean the hairdresser. Monkey doesn't have a great track record in this dept. I recall a *four person incident*, to try and persuade, cajole, and finally pin-him-down-to-cut-it. It was with some trepidation that I made eye contact with the hairdressers. Needn't have worried tho', Monkey was really good and easily distracted although he did prematurely declare "finish now". I carried out the bribe and took him to the toy shop where we bought yet another sodding Thomas the Tank Engine engine.
Husband rang sounding a little worn around the edges. Apparently his superbly organised plan to get a cab home from Le Manoir has been thwarted by a mix up over the name of our town and there being another with a slightly different spelling but in another county! He reckons he's going into London and then will get the train. I am a bit anxious that this is a cunningly hatched plan. In my worst nightmare he is lying and spending the night with a) a hooker b) a. n. other woman or c) a lapdancing venue. Obviously this prompted a chocolate binge including three biscuits, half a tub of ice-cream and a cup of hot chocolate. In the best case scenario he is telling the truth and I am a mad neurotic who always assumes the worst and has chronic self-esteem issues. The latter is probably true. Think I have spent too much time on my own today.
Husband rang sounding a little worn around the edges. Apparently his superbly organised plan to get a cab home from Le Manoir has been thwarted by a mix up over the name of our town and there being another with a slightly different spelling but in another county! He reckons he's going into London and then will get the train. I am a bit anxious that this is a cunningly hatched plan. In my worst nightmare he is lying and spending the night with a) a hooker b) a. n. other woman or c) a lapdancing venue. Obviously this prompted a chocolate binge including three biscuits, half a tub of ice-cream and a cup of hot chocolate. In the best case scenario he is telling the truth and I am a mad neurotic who always assumes the worst and has chronic self-esteem issues. The latter is probably true. Think I have spent too much time on my own today.
Friday 23rd February
I have exactly five minutes to post before I must dash upstairs to do the following: shower and dress post-workout this morning, sort out the airing cupboard (yawn), hang up all the clean clothes - I NEVER iron and especially not since my charming husband laughed at my previous attempts and wake the monkey boy for a fun-filled afternoon (I'll try my best).
I am still feeling a bit zonked from our NYC trip and have been very slack in organising play-dates so MB and I will have to survive by ourselves and go to the local library or something for the afternoon. He loves this as the children's room has bookshelves shaped like a small train. All things train-shaped are a hit with him. If only I could persuade him to take as much interest in the books!
My husband is eating at 'Le Manoir Aux Quat Saisons' this afternoon. Lucky git. I just ate Baxters Healthy Carrot Soup, it tasted very 'healthy' if you know what I mean. He told me last night that he's ordered a cab from there to home at 6pm (bearing in mind it's a celebratory lunch) and to expect him a "little the worse for wear". This usually means he will come in, mumble something like "hemmo" and go straight upstairs to bed where he will fall asleep in his underwear and socks and not stir until our son wakes him at 7am with shouts of "Daddy ! Daddy where are you?!". Nevermind, despite predicting a lack of adult conversation this evening, I have the delights of Ugly Betty to watch and also a DVD of the film "The Devil Wears Prada" - are these the same story?
I am still feeling a bit zonked from our NYC trip and have been very slack in organising play-dates so MB and I will have to survive by ourselves and go to the local library or something for the afternoon. He loves this as the children's room has bookshelves shaped like a small train. All things train-shaped are a hit with him. If only I could persuade him to take as much interest in the books!
My husband is eating at 'Le Manoir Aux Quat Saisons' this afternoon. Lucky git. I just ate Baxters Healthy Carrot Soup, it tasted very 'healthy' if you know what I mean. He told me last night that he's ordered a cab from there to home at 6pm (bearing in mind it's a celebratory lunch) and to expect him a "little the worse for wear". This usually means he will come in, mumble something like "hemmo" and go straight upstairs to bed where he will fall asleep in his underwear and socks and not stir until our son wakes him at 7am with shouts of "Daddy ! Daddy where are you?!". Nevermind, despite predicting a lack of adult conversation this evening, I have the delights of Ugly Betty to watch and also a DVD of the film "The Devil Wears Prada" - are these the same story?
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