Friday, November 28, 2003

‘Tis the season to be jolly –
Sniffle, snuffle, splutter,
Cough, cough, cough
Mummy, school would be pure folly,
Fevered brow and snotter -
We feel rough!

Well, that was our smallest boy. Having said that, think “warm water-bottle” rather than “like a furnace”. The middle one felt the same but had a curious red spotty rash on his thigh, which he said was hurting. Shingles? Oh, heck! Quick, make an appointment with the GP. Make apologies to work and request a day out of my leave entitlement. Rearrange a meeting that should have been at 1 pm. Tell the childminder she only has to collect one boy from school ...

Humbugs, the pair of them! The GP confirmed that they have colds. Not chest infections. And the spots are a wart virus that children tend to catch – not shingles. They could have been at school all day, and for invalids they were very chirpy indeed…..

I just love taking annual leave unnecessarily. Mind you, the week has been so hectic that in one sense it has been quite pleasant to take a morning off.

Here I am at the end of the day - I got home from work to find the littlest one had put himself to bed, fully dressed, and gone to sleep. The poor little lamb can't be feeling 100%, can he? And the middle one is curled up with a blanket on the settee. That's very unusual. We could have a subdued weekend at this rate ...!

Friday, November 21, 2003

Wednesday morning started too soon - with a nightmare at 5.30 am. Suddenly it was Christmas morning, and there were no Christmas stockings, and it was too late for Santa to do anything about it. Horror! Worse than a nightmare, this was a timely warning from the North Pole to get cracking with Christmas.

What did I do? Started Christmas shopping in my lunch-break, that's what. And looked out my Christmas list, and my Christmas cards, and started thinking hard about what needed doing. The box for my folks back home is now almost complete, so I'm not totally hopeless.

But there was a real, live nightmare before that. I took the underground to work, arriving in the city centre at 8.20 am. Everything was tickety-boo except for my feet - looking down, I spied one high shoe and one flattie. There was nothing for it - back onto the underground, back to the car-park, back home for a matching pair of shoes, and reverse it all again to get to work (finally) at 9.15 am. Which proves it's a good idea to try to get to work early in the first place, or I'd have been very late indeed...

Right, it's Friday night, two boys have been to Anchor Boys, and now the oldest is at Junior BB. Next, when Noble Spouse returns from visiting Auntie, I have to go to do the weekly supermarket shop. What a joy to anticipate! Tomorrow we are being visited by one of the Godmothers, and I will win instant approval from no.1 son if I make a lemon meringue pie for the occasion. They don't want simple, easy things, do they?!

As for the rest of the weekend - well, let's see how it goes before I comment!

Tuesday, November 18, 2003

Parents' evening came round again today. Only, now that we have three boys at school, we have to get round three classrooms. We whizzed from room to room, quietly glowing with pride at the good comments and not in the least surprised at the (mercifully few) constructive criticisms. I mean, how could we be surprised to learn that no.3 Son doesn't like being told to do things? Or that no.1 Son tries to answer more than his fair share of the questions?! As for no.2 Son - I don't know where he folds up his halo and wings when he goes to bed at night!

Today I finally finished revising a long, learned article that I've been working at (on and off) for months. It's been posted, and now I can think about other urgent concerns - like shortening two pairs of trousers, preparing my accounts for the accountant, sorting out Christmas lists and finding the Christmas card boxes!

It's the age-old question: how do you make Christmas not cost too much without seeming mean, and how do you make it a memorable occasion without devoting half your everyday life to it?! We all have busy lives, but in December we try to fit in half as much again. Last year that extra half cost me a speeding ticket. This year, I'll still try to do as much but will put up with being late for the kids' Christmas parties if it comes to it!