I’ve just had one of those weeks.
I was hanging out by the mirror earlier to see if a pair of flared tweed trousers from French Connection in 2012 fit (obviously not) and I caught sight of my face, and two white hairs. I am 36 and will never be able to afford any work anyway so I’m not devastated, and I do have quite a good retinol night cream from TK Max when I can be arsed to put it on, but I think it’s this weekend that’s proper knocked it, maybe for good. Here is why.
On Friday morning as I was getting the buggy out of the cupboard in the hallway outside our flat, a mouse leapt up at my face, landed on my shoulder and jumped down to the floor and then I had to sort of bodily block it from running in the flat. I succeeded but my nerves were shot. It probably hitched a ride from thé disgusting nursery buggy shed that has a carpet of the remnants of Organix oatie bars but anyway it had a lovely evening feasting on a lotus biscuit I got when I went to the hairdressers for Christmas and slung in there.
I wasn’t caffeinated at this point.
Friday get the dreaded call from nursery, 1 year old DS has a temperature, I won’t bore you but the upshot was an ear infection, we got medicine, he found a way to store the antibiotic in his cheek when syringed then eject the luminous yellow liquid onto the carpet, his new sleeping bag that I went without getting new contact lenses to buy so he’s warm, (I wear one to eek them out, it’s fine I don’t drive)
This morning he has a rash, blisters on his feet even though he can’t really be arsed to do walking, and the upshot of that is he has hand foot and mouth.
He’s obviously feeling very sorry for himself and his getting a lot of care and cuddles. I’m however stressed at how we have to tag time more time off work when he’s already had a load of sick days off nursery with a shitty bum. work have not been impressed. The laundry is piling up, the shower screen looks shit, we are shitting it about bills etc, I was going to do a nice chilli from the Mary Berry book but really, I’m going to have potato waffles with cheese on top and open a wine.
i would like to caveat that YES I know times are hard (I really do know) but this is supposed to be lighthearted. I know I’m lucky to have a face, even one that is a bit aged. And DS will obviously recover, it’s just one nursery shit illness after another atm (which I also get. I had ulcers over my mouth all last week, and you’d think that would make me not want to be eat and be thin, but did it buggery)
I don’t even like going to work, I’d rather stay at home and make sure DS isn’t constantly an incubus of viral plague, but obviously I do actually have to.
Anyone else had a time recently and wants to vent?