Been AWOL I suppose this should be a mammoth update really...

So, I got a cold on Thursday a couple of weeks ago and felt like hell, so couldn't be bothered to post. We had to clean the house for the landlord inspection, so I powered through that and assumed I would just get over it.

Inspection was on the Monday, so did that, then curled up and planned to get over the cold... but I didn't. It just kept getting worse, I kept feeling more rough and dizzy.

Then the car had (and failed spectacularly) its MOT, so apart from not being well enough to drive to stay with my friends for half term, I then couldn't bloody afford it either, so trip was cancelled.

On Monday went to play with Caitlin - it was fabulous. She thinks I think that because if her amazing house, "grounds" and nanny, but nope - it was because she is lovely as are her gorgeous children.

Tuesday - collapsed in a crumpled heap having done FAR too much on Monday :(

By Wednesday I had worked out that all was not entirely right (the world should not continue to spin 13 days into "just a cold"), so I went to the doctor. Turns out I had had tonsillitis for about a week (with no throat pain??) and it was the raging infection making me feel like hell! The antibiotics are now FINALLY kicking in, and I am just tired rather than weird feeling.

Saturday, we finally took Psychogirl2 for her shopping trip that I promised her for her birthday when I was pregnant with Emrys. Had a lovely if tiring day.

Yesterday - Little dude turned 2!!!!

I decided that rather than having a party for him, I would have an open house so that guests would hopefully be staggered throughout the day (which worked out really well). He had lots of fun, and eventually collapsed into the tentbed at about 7pm.

Tent bed was very well received, he went to sleep lovely.... but at 11.30pm he started this terrified scream - he had woken in a big dark box and was scared. It has however had the desired effect of solving the not wanting to sleep in the bunk bed issue - not by giving him another bed, but by scaring him so much that he was asking to get back in the bunks!!!

B has been happy and lovely all holiday. She is now telling me what she is feeling, and I am telling her ("I feel sad" "I feel cross") - it is working much better, she knows exactly what is going on, and knows when I am starting to get annoyed before it blows up into screaming fits!

The Mom Song

Hmmmm.........I breed odd children

They are in contact with chicken pox. They get ONE spot. I stop them doing x/y/z. Then nothing.

It stops at one spot every single time.

Flameboy is away again - spot is still glaring at me, but less fang-like. No new spots, which surely there would be by now???

I swear Boy has some freak genetic thing that stops him and them from getting pox. Flamechick has been in contact with it sooo many times, and she still never gets it. They are plotting. Waiting until my guard is down and I have something really nice to do just all by myself, and then they'll all sod off and get it and need looking after.

Hurrumph

Plague, Pestilence... oh it is a delight round here

Flameboy is snotty, has been for a few days - temp, and miserable to go with it.

We got to get him dressed for a birthday party and there is a bloody great spot on his hip - head on it, eyes n scary fangs too looking at the size of the thing.

Finish getting him dressed, and spot a bloody nit crawling across his head (or are the eggs nits?)!!!

So, get rid of that, rush out to mum's to look at the spot (wasn't sure about the party). She was unsure too so general consensus with party mum was to leave it.

He fell asleep on the way home, so I guess we find out in a little while if I have a spot covered child.

We've got food in, but with the way Flamechick was born with hollow legs, we should be heading for famine fairly soon.

Bright side - the house is pretty much straight for inspection - just their room to do which involves firing toys in boxes and hoovering. Not sure I'd say it is CLEAN, but it is presentable which is a damn site more than normal!

I want that gene where you are just naturally tidy...

Why do we never keep the house straight?

It is always the cluttered mess from hell. Then every 6 months the landlord comes to inspect to make sure we haven't trashed the place/removed fixtures and fittings (ok, we have taken down the shelves, but it looks ^better^ so I doubt it will notice).

Anyway - they are coming on Monday, so we have spent the last day and a half getting sorted.

We both have colds. I have a period and cramps to go with it. Flameboy also has a cold so have been up through the night with him the last two nights.

As a result, I have now crumpled into a fleurgh.

Hurrah though - big box of my clothes freecycled - was ruthless and parted with stuff that I love but never intend to fit in again, bag of kid's clothes, 2 bin bags of kid's toys all also freecycled, HUGE box of clothes to go to friend (and more to other friends), stock all neat, nappies in box for the loft .

Feeling all cleansed.

And completely exhausted.

Place still isn't bloody finished.

Ooh RL is a scary place!

I got lost out there for a bit!

Been a hectic few days for some reason. First year's figures for BumFluff are in - I broke even (by the time stock is weighed against credit card bill), my aim had been just not to make a loss, so I did that. I have spent the last few days working on how best to go from £0 to £+ in the next 12 months.

We have a landlord inspection on Monday too (joy), so the next few days are being spent getting the house straight. In some ways it is good to have a blitz every 6 months - we throw out a load of crap, get it all shiny and tidy, and every time it stays that bit more organised, and stays tidy for that bit longer.

In 20 years time we might have a house people can come into ;)

Flameboy still not being overly co-operative with sleep, but is being very snuggly during the day. Great new word "Buggle!!!" Buggle means snuggle ;)

Flamechick is alternating between being lovely and yelling in my face - tis a delight.

Boy is still blue :(

Me, got a cold, am NOT pregnant and have all the joyous stomach cramps to prove it, but am generally pootling along happily enough.

Perfect way to sum up parenthood/my life

A thread on MN today saying to say your life in 6 words. TMMJ said it perfectly, and I feel like I want it stuck on my wall so I remember it in times of ARGH

"every day chaos surrounded by love"