Hey Tort {{many hugs}} hope the SW knows it was nothing and it blows over.
Laloop Keep it up flygirl
Luda {{hugs}} to you and your 3 sickies
Afternoon ALL Welcome NEWBIES
Yesterday was abject chaos...DH has the day off with a tummy bug and took to bed. I take DS to school and I'm coralled into the Learning Mentors car and carted to the next town to complete a course I had completley forgotten about. Then pick up DS, make lunch for 3 then back to school for a Book Launch and to speak to the OFSTED lady as the school is being inspected again (it's hoping to get out of special measures this time). Home, Flying and make DS tea, more Flying, Quality mum and DS time then put DS to bed and stop.
Today not much different really.
Done list
UP and washed
DS up
Make DS bed, draw curtains, light tidy his room
Downstairs with washing
Load and run DW
Organise bags
make breakfast and scoff
Tidy away
Frogmarch DS to bathroom to wash him
Dress him
Take him to school
Come home and pick up where I left off on Sunday
Takle today's hotspot - The kitchen table and filing paperwork
Throw recycleable rubbish away
Collect DS
Home, get some toys out for him to play outside
Make lunch
Eat it and tidy away
Wash TK off DS
Remove uniform and add to washer and rum WM
Put playing out clothes on him
Take him to the park on the housing estate to play. (with his bike!)
He asks to go to the 'big park' (1/4 mile away) but legs begin to fail so I promise another time. DS has mini meltdown at this
Get home - Neighbours being ODD and off but I may be being touchy
Organise porch while DS plays out (keeping a beady eye on him)
Then I pop in to make a cuppa and he comes in screaming to high heaven. One of next door's twins has bitten him. It's not the first time either. I'm not up for ANY of this or the BS that comes with it 'Your DS is older/bigger than the babies. He has lots of toys, they don't etc etc' so I bring his toys in, bring him in and 30 mins later, after DS has calmed down, hit the office.
So now I'm here...feeling like I've overdone it again. Well DH home in an hour and DS is occupied so I'll kick back for 45 mins.
Oh shouldbe many moons ago one of our cats (a rescued stray) got out of our attic window and came back through next door,s window. Went to sleep in their son's wardrobe and tried to get into bed with him. Poor Nosmo realised he was in the wrong house, tried to escape via the attic window (their bedroom) which was shut, panicked, ran a muck and we never saw him again. Much hassle for several years after that, Woman next door (capable of being a spiteful lush)claims Nosmo was killed by next door's DH. I think he just thought 'I'm off!'