Friday, 26 August 2011
Manic Mums Day: Gastro-diet
Manic Mums Day: Gastro-diet: So the first two weeks back at work have passed. Felt very organised, very efficient, very prepared - week one that is. All was well. The ...
Gastro-diet
So the first two weeks back at work have passed. Felt very organised, very efficient, very prepared - week one that is. All was well. The kiddiewinkles didn't appear to lack much in my absence, though Number 1 still manages to do good guilt with her protestations of missing me. Number 2 was her usual raucous self, stomping about like the world's smallest zombie. End of week 1 - pick up girls from the childminder. They nap. They wake up vomiting.
Oh no.
Oh yes.
Number two vomits all over the living room - TV, carpets, inside her toys...everywhere conceivable. Hubsy almost vomits at the vomit. So, I dutifully spend about an hour cleaning.
Number one starts vomiting upstairs - carpets, bed, walls, toys... oh yes. My house reeks of sick. Bicarb sprinkled, Febreze sprayed, bleached and anti-bac'd out. No2 recovers, No1 lingers...sick Saturday, little bit on Sunday, (school starts on Tuesday...)... Monday - back at the childminder, no vomiting... until, driving to the shops, No 1 redecorates the inside of the car and herself. But she feels much better now, apparently! Joy. What to do? Miss the first ever day of primary school? Send her anyway? She coped with the childminder for a full day - will 2 hours of school kill her?
So, pale and cute in her uniform, she is duly packed off to school. And I managed not to cry - not sure how I did that...
Suddenly not feeling so good.
And then I get it. Vomit. Tuesday spent in bed, sweating, feverish. Wednesday the same. Ditto Thursday. Friday (today) didn't spend all day sleeping but my brief venture out with hubsy to buy No1 a birthday card for tomorrow left me tired, out of breath and listless.
So, I have so far tripled my absence rate of last year. I haven't made it to my important job. That gives me guilt. I haven't been able to organise anything for my darling daughter's big fifth birthday, nor can we have anyone over to the (as yet) un-decontaminated house of plague. Double guilt. And then some more. I can't spend time with No2, who, of course, doesn't understand - guilto guilto guilto!!
So much for the working mum having it all - this week I've managed to have nothing.
And No1 isn't too happy that next week she has to go to school all week either - it means (apparently) she can't go for lunch or shopping! Little girls...
Oh no.
Oh yes.
Number two vomits all over the living room - TV, carpets, inside her toys...everywhere conceivable. Hubsy almost vomits at the vomit. So, I dutifully spend about an hour cleaning.
Number one starts vomiting upstairs - carpets, bed, walls, toys... oh yes. My house reeks of sick. Bicarb sprinkled, Febreze sprayed, bleached and anti-bac'd out. No2 recovers, No1 lingers...sick Saturday, little bit on Sunday, (school starts on Tuesday...)... Monday - back at the childminder, no vomiting... until, driving to the shops, No 1 redecorates the inside of the car and herself. But she feels much better now, apparently! Joy. What to do? Miss the first ever day of primary school? Send her anyway? She coped with the childminder for a full day - will 2 hours of school kill her?
So, pale and cute in her uniform, she is duly packed off to school. And I managed not to cry - not sure how I did that...
Suddenly not feeling so good.
And then I get it. Vomit. Tuesday spent in bed, sweating, feverish. Wednesday the same. Ditto Thursday. Friday (today) didn't spend all day sleeping but my brief venture out with hubsy to buy No1 a birthday card for tomorrow left me tired, out of breath and listless.
So, I have so far tripled my absence rate of last year. I haven't made it to my important job. That gives me guilt. I haven't been able to organise anything for my darling daughter's big fifth birthday, nor can we have anyone over to the (as yet) un-decontaminated house of plague. Double guilt. And then some more. I can't spend time with No2, who, of course, doesn't understand - guilto guilto guilto!!
So much for the working mum having it all - this week I've managed to have nothing.
And No1 isn't too happy that next week she has to go to school all week either - it means (apparently) she can't go for lunch or shopping! Little girls...
Thursday, 4 August 2011
Manic Mums Day: I'm back...
Manic Mums Day: I'm back...: "Back from my holidays and ready to blog once again! I have done all the relaxing I can do and now it's time for DIY... There's nothing li..."
I'm back...
Back from my holidays and ready to blog once again!
I have done all the relaxing I can do and now it's time for DIY...
There's nothing like coming back from really nice surroundings to make you want to drop a bomb on your toy infested, fingerprint covered, chocolate smeared home. And to top it all, the next door neighbour (whose overgrown garden has always made you feel better about yourself) has now gone cute and pretty in the garden design...argh...
I have done all the relaxing I can do and now it's time for DIY...
There's nothing like coming back from really nice surroundings to make you want to drop a bomb on your toy infested, fingerprint covered, chocolate smeared home. And to top it all, the next door neighbour (whose overgrown garden has always made you feel better about yourself) has now gone cute and pretty in the garden design...argh...
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