I just do. Always have. Started my day at 5am
Woke up and let Madam Barkypants out. We then snuggled downstairs and I looked at crap online for a bit and fixed under a blanket. It's a bit chilly this morning.
At 6am, I loaded the washer, made a coffee. Logged my black coffee on the two calorie apps I'm testing out - just for my own ITNOS* experimentation and watched the starlings in the garden.
I'm now sat drinking said coffee ( with 10ml Biocol - cholesterol lowering milk ) looking at the jigsaw on the table. I've just done 5 minutes close heel work training with Bluebell in the kitchen with the most stinkiest treats ever . They would stop a charging hippo in its tracks.
Actually, they wouldn't because I've been watching a programme on TV with a bit of an annoying presenter, Steve, I think he's called. But hippos give no warning and when they charge, there's no real stopping them.
And now I thought I'd record my news.
My daughter sent me one of her usual heart stopping messages yesterday.
I only saw it once I had left work.
It said. And I quote.
"Oliver’s not very well I’ve got to take him to hospital "
No follow up text to explain. Nothing. No context. Reminded me of about ten years ago when she had gone back to Uni for the 2nd year and left me a casual voicemail message.
"Mum, I'm in hospital. I'm having an operation. "
No details of what happened, which hospital, an operation for what?? I will have to go check my posts - she was out at a Fresher's Week even despite being a 2nd year and had fallen off her high heels on the dance floor and broken her arm near her wrist. The operation she was having was to pin her arm back together!
I checked - that 10 years ago was actually 13 years ago and I didn't blog it sadly! I did blog about taking her back the week before. Little knowing we would be going to the week after, paying a billionty pounds for a Travelodge because of the GNR and Uni starters etc.
Anyway, he was poorly with a high temperature and she had taken him to the doctors. Because he had fast heart rate and temp not coming down, they said to take him up the hospital for monitoring.
He had been drowsy and not drinking. So they said it's tonsillitis, bless him. So he's got a throat spray, antibiotics and they were home in time for tea. When she rang me at the hospital he was busy playing in the children's centre. Probably picking up even more germs off the toys!
I tell you what, compared to where we live, it is far better in the NE for their healthcare systems than here.
Anyway, we face times after his tea and he had a little husky voice but was just playing as usual! Hopefully he's slept and will be more like himself today though my daughter said he had been a little more compliant yesterday hahaha !
The weather is unseasonable warm and pleasant - in fact, it's just perfect for me! Yesterday afternoon, once I realised Oliver was not at death's door I emptied the kitchen and swept, hoovered, scrubbed, then boiling water mopped the kitchen floor. When I say scrubbed, I've got, what is in essence, a giant electric toothbrush on an extendable pole. It's USB charged up but it's a godsend for the bathroom and the kitchen floor.
Having said that, if there was a way of managing the aftermath, I would let the HG power wash it! They are Welsh slate tiles and the light grey grout was black.
The filthy weather last week meant that despite best efforts and decent mats, keeping the floor clean with Bluebell in and out was nigh on impossible. Anyway, I washed all the mats too ( Turtle mats they are - really impressed with them ) as it was a great day for drying and the floor still looks nice this morning. I am very easily pleased.
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Not sure what to do today - which is how I like it. There's always cupboard doors to wash.
Next weekend, we will be up with Oliver ready to celebrate his birthday. Two already. It has flown by.
I might start wrapping his gifts. I'll prob go see my Mum. I might make some bread - nothing fancy - I have a seeded loaf bread mix in.
The butcher is coming and I've sleeves to knit. I've a few plants to plant out. Am gearing up for holiday mode. One more week at work. I should have had my follow up shoulder appointment on Thursday - remember I said how they'd sent a reminder, even though I knew nothing about it? Well, they cancelled it and now when I go look on the NHS app it says appointment reschedule under review.
So maybe it will be this Thursday as so far that's when they've been.
Work - inexplicably hard and frustrating and constant interruptions meant I'm still behind on admin. Some meetings were a delight and positive. Some, pretty pointless and I am actually not sure at all what more, as a school, we can do.
I saw this on the internet and it is true. I'm not sure who Walter is but it resonated. No excuses. Even children with additional needs can function but the parent must parent harder. It is their job.
I will not put the soap box away but will park it for now. It is 7.30am and I'm going to have a coffee and a chapter of my audiobook whilst jigsawing before the rest of the house awakes and the peace is broken.
Hope it's something good for your tea tonight. We on steak n salad or Stalad as I like to call it. Or chips, as the HG calls his salad!
*ITNOS is a phrase I coined with my friend whenever we try anything.
In The Name Of Science
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