My small bit of news is that my GP is rubbish. Didn't like him anyway snotty bastard. But even less now. I have realised O's rash is not impetigo. It's thrush! It's so obvious to me now
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Anyway, I've popped some cannesten on, and the redness is calming. The rash is classic thrush. It's exactly the same as what I had under my boob when pregnant. He's had a runny nose for 8 days, so damp conditions. Perfect for thrush to present.
Duuuuh!
He is NOT happy. I can't get anything done. TV is being used lots, but even that isn't cheering up much, unless he is in my arms. So that's what we have done. Played lots and watched TV. However every little thing that doesn't go his way is just ending in a total breakdown.
The wooden spoon is the wrong colour? WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. Dog looked at me funny? WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. Mummy is wearing the wrong jumper? WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. I'm hungry? WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. I'm full? WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
You get the idea.
Frazzled.
And DS1's friend is round for tea. They made cakes in the kitchen. I want to cry. I can't face going in and seeing the attempt at 'cleaning'. :(
But, you know what, I still love being at home with him, grumpy or not. So I'll just pull my socks up and man the fuck up eh!