The pressure is on to complete 2 baby blankets by Thursday - beautiful cotton/bamboo mix, and I have slacked off (for very obvious reasons) and need to get the mojo back.
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| Not the real thing - but further work is needed to complete this Work In Progress! |
C1 and C2 awaken from their slumbers to the aromas of bacon, mushrooms and tomatoes on toast (C1) and chocolate Ready Brek (C2). Happy children, on a go-slow, but it is Wednesday and all is well.
The keyhole situation is still tight and sore. I start to wonder why. Was it the small box of teabags that I carried from the front door to the 'special teabag tin' in the kitchen? Could it have been the piece of old mouldy cheese that I extracted from the fridge and put in the bin? Or was it possibly the medium sized child that I gave a mega-hug to last night as he dropped off to sleep?
In this case, the hug wins. I will take my paracetamol and get on with 'stuff'.
Mr 1957 calls me wondering whether I fancy a 'bit of fresh air' today. This sounds like a wonderful plan, and when he mentions driving me up to the Lickeys for a little wander to the monument, I jump (in a fashion!) at the offer and accept.
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| Hat, gloves, trainers, and something to park my bum on..... Beacon Hill, Lickey Country Park. |
Trouble is brewing for the weekend. I have made plans, in the safe knowledge that C1 and C2 will be spending quality time with their Daddy. Unfortunately, it appears that Daddy is unwell, and is not confident that he can care for C1 and C2 from Friday evening until Sunday afternoon as they do every other weekend. This is a disappointment on several levels.
First and foremost, they look forward to seeing him and spending time with him.
Secondly, I have a nasty case of Cabin Fever, and have made the plans necessary to relieve this, child-free, including 'doing' the trampoline run, seeing my lovely friend H and wishing her well as she takes up the challenge of retirement from her teaching career, not having to be on call to C1 and C2 for a couple of days of my recuperation (I do love them both more than the world, but the prospect of a couple of days off is always welcome), and having a proper lie-in!
I feel unkind thoughts clouding my positive vibe - I have been caring for C1 and C2 with stitches, a knackered immune system, no lifting or stretching, no driving, no solid food, hardly any calories, and it seems that whatever ails the BabyFather, it is not going to be possible for the children to see him. He is not answering my calls, so I will be trying later to establish whether a full on cancellation of everything is in order. Sorry, but the unkind thoughts won then.
Back to normality now. There was a tiny rumble of appetite 5 minutes ago - Bovril required. Then I must get dressed. I have half an hour.
Lickey was cold, windy, not raining, and bracing. I managed to get from the car to the castle, climb up and look at the metal map thing, climb back down, then go all wobbly legged and pathetic. Back to the car so that Mr 1957 can purchase a hot pastie while I make a cup of tea.
Daddy is still unwell, and I have now made plans for C1 and C2 to remain with me for this weekend, with a short excursion to Auntie K's for the day on Saturday, to enable the Trampoline Mission to take place.
All is well, and my lovely long-term friend Tressle finally made it over here for coffee, nattering and general putting the world to rights.
I am fully aware that C2 is in my bed, but as I am beyond tired, he can stay there just this once. C1 is in her bed, good girl.
Tomorrow is Thursday, and I have SO much knitting to do........ this project is never-ending.
Good night, dear reader.
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