The Monday To Moan (by sarah)

Monday is my day to get things done - Mary is at nursery and Jean at school until 4!

But this Monday I was awaiting a phone call from the Dr to discuess what was going to happen about the bleeding and coil and things so I made sure my phone was there next to me. However it had broken and switched itself to silent so I missed the phone call, I then could not get it off of silent no matter what I tried and even with people trying to help me via facebook and twitter. It was the Drs line so I had to await the next phone call.

I wasn't feeling to good anyway as I've been suffering with muscle spasms again and the whole of my left hand side was in pain or writhing benieth my skin unpleasently - I just wanted to go back to bed. But I took my pain killers and attempted to get on with things. It then occured to me that I was still attempting to use Alaric's old beaten up laptop. This became apparent as another 'deathline' appeared on the screen. It now has eight perminent lines going from the top from the bottom. So I prodded about my laptop and it turns out Apple still have not sent the replacement part so it could be another five days! I have now been without it since the end of August :/ For something that should have taken five days max to fix.

I got the phone call just as Jean turned up home from school an hour early - I'd forgotten that they cancel the clubs on parents evening week. The Dr said they were basically going to send me for swabs to check for infection before they do anything - they'd booked me in an avalible space on Wednesday morning as the surgery is so over subscribed they had to pounce on the appointment slot when they saw it. Then on the 30th if I am infection free they are going to remove the coil and take biopsies to check exactly what the thickening is. Then they want to replace the coil in the hope that it's edometreoscies and that it will help it. They will chat to me about all the options when I get there. The fact the coils not been in the right place might mean we can still treat things with hormones - lets hope. But I am still wigged out by the fact that I could have ended up pregnant and still have the coil inplace.

So anyway I then had Jean home early and the TV set is so broken that I declared we could not watch anything on it as it is probably a fire hazard! So we went up to the attic and she helped me with one of my art projects which was really nice but not novel writing :/ A cat threw up in the kitchen - this never used to be a problem but I am increasingly finding I am over sensitive to smell and like morning sickness - I get very nueause.

Alaric then arrived home to inform me that the nursery had been trying to phone me as Mary was sick - I'd stopped phone watching once I'd had the Drs call :/ Mary has Chicken Pox and is miserable and there is nothing to watch DVD's on whilst I snuggle her plus the snuggling is going to cause the flare up to get worse. Poor Alaric has also pulled a muscle in his back again and so can hardly walk.

SO I thought I would just get it all off my chest in a little moan - not a good start to the week in my opinion.

Bath Time (by sarah)

The fun of bath time:

squeel, giggle, splash, splash, giggle, giggle, ouch Mary don't bite, giggle splash, splash, 'Mummy? Daddy? Will I be in trouble if there is water on the bathroom floor?'

'yes'

long drawn out moan of dispair....

A moment of relative silence then -

'Mary's been very naughty and gotten water on the bathroom floor'

How fast they learn.

The grey slime I had to scrape out of the bath after they had finished shows me that they've both had adventures today - Mary still screams the house down when she is initially put in the bath and yet will instantly step into any paddling pool or puddle she sees :/

Blacky Buns Bye Bye (by sarah)

Blacky Jean's rabbit has sadly died - he had seemed off colour and then whilst we were on holiday his back legs just stopped working and he died shortly after. Jean initially did not cry when told - she had suspected it might be the case she said. I went off to get her some pjs and when I returned she was at the door of her room crying that he was her best pet. He was her first pet bought with her own money and raised from a baby. His ear never did recover properlly from where he tried to follow the guinea pigs out of the run on thier ill fated bid for feedom. But even with the scaring and repeated infecting he was still much loved and stroked and spoiled.

being a wiered mix of flemish giant and lop ear he was prown to health issues but when we got the little baby blacky we thought he would be with us for a good while.

Jean wrote him a letter explaining how sad we were and asking him to say hello to her goldfish and other pets we have lost. She then did a poem to.

For Jean this summer has been a bit trumatic for pet deaths - all three of her pets have died. We have taken great pains to explain that she looked after them really well and that is not why thy have died. She said to me that 'if you love something lots and look after it, when it dies if ghosts are true then its ghost will love you and protect you?'

I cried after she was a sleep as I hadn't said goodbye to him I'd just popped a pot of veg I'd been growing for him into his run so that he would have a great treat whilst we were away. Alaric says he strocked him for all of us.

This is not an Apple! (by sarah)

This is the first of our tomatos off of our Russian Purple plant that Alaric's cousin Violet gave us! Jean has been tending this plant - watering and things - it lives in the propergator and so is about five times the size of any of the plants I have grown from seed and which live outside!

Red, White and Blue (by sarah)

The photo above is Jean celebrating an Olympic gold. But I realised that with the Olympic fever that has hit the house that there are quiet a lot of Red, White and Blue photos so sort of thought I would collect them together 🙂

First there was the question of bunting! Then there was the question of Jean!

And of course CAKE!