Despite not having any school aged children I found this summer holiday/break FLEW by. It was a crazy summer.
Just before the summer holidays MrScout went to the US for work for three days. He came home with a suitcase full of American treats for me (to hold me over until Thanksgiving) and presents for S.
My Nan-in-Law had a massive stroke days before we went to Senior Section/Guide camp and passed away while we were there. S and then MrScout and I ended up with food poisoning (S's source was different from our source, so two different times but the same week) and we all went to Nan's funeral/buffet at her favorite pub sick. It was not good/easy (the service was 90 minutes away) but I am glad we went for my MiL (it was her mum).
Senior Section camp was brilliant. S loved it and had a great week living in a tent, chasing campfire smoke (learned "OT!" for "hot" and kept a good 18" radius around the alterfire) and running around playing. It was a week of new foods/flavors, attention/spoiling from his "girlies", playing half-naked with the fire bucket and inflatable paddling pool (he had severe nappy rash while we were there so when the weather allowed he ran around almost all nature but we had to take care as we were living outside).
MrScout has been asked to do a long-term project in the US. At the last minute he went out for 12 days and came home in time for our annual holiday to Devon. Now he's waiting for his visa to come through (not sure if I'm mentioned before but MrScout is British so will need papers) and when it does he can book his flights and go over for up to 12 weeks.
He's going to the state where my best friend (and S's Godmother) lives and will be a short 1000 miles/1.5 hour flight in the same time zone) to my parents. Sooooo...I have strongly hinted okay, I stamped my foot and said what I wanted and S & I may be going for an extended trip, first with him, then to see my best friend then up to M&D's. No matter what happens we'll be there for Thanksgiving.
Because of the limbo-state we're living in at the moment I've stopped doing Guides, at least for the term. Must admit I'm looking forward to the break and might stop doing it for the foreseeable future. We've booked swimming (fifth term of doing baby, now tiny toddler swimming) because we both love it and they've said we can get a refund if we go away long-term.
Medicine stopped in July and in mid-August I realized I'm finally feeling "normal" again. I am also, for the first time in a year, hungry again which was wonderful to be in Devon with the cooked breakfasts, cream teas and yummy dinners every day. I ended up losing (approx) 35lbs and dropped to almost university weight. Everyone was really worried and the doctor also expressed concern and was about to intervene (how, I don't know) but then the course finished. I'm also starting to sleep properly again and am not exhausted all the time (tired, yes, I've never met anyone with a toddler who isn't tired).
Well, it's well past bedtime and I should go to sleep. I think I have a poorly toddler who's really struggling to bring through his incisors (fang teeth in case my spelling really is that bad) and his second set of molars. He's been sneezy/runny/cuddly-boy today which is a sign that a cold is on it's way. So I need to get some sleep while I can.
Night all!