School run marred by traffic lights, idiots, and sunshine on a dirty windscreen.
On a positive note, C2 and I had "the best chat ever" all the way to school.
Home, and just in time to mop the mouse entrails off the kitchen floor (Again! Why? I feed them twice a day!), empty the recycle bin, mop the bathroom floor, and plan where to put all of C1's excess 'stuff' that makes her bedroom look untidy (yes - my idea is probably the same as yours!).
Lovely Mrs Hill arrives for a cuppa and a natter, and presents me with a fab little book of knitting patterns, including a snake draught-excluder and a string of fish. Both will be knitted up at some point soon, once I have completed all the other Works In Progress that litter my crochet corner in the living room.
Scooted down the road to see the dentist for a replacement filling. No problems here. I lay back, goggled up and listened to Radio 2 while he did his stuff. Dentistry isn't what it used to be (thank God!).
Still feeling somewhat abashed by the telling off (albeit very nicely done) I got from Mr P the consultant yesterday afternoon.
I MUST not try to run before I can walk. MUST NOT!!!
He tapped and pressed as I coughed, in all the keyhole sites and elsewhere on my shrinking abdomen. He was very pleased with how it all looks.
However, I am to continue with the dairy-avoidance project, and stick to the puree and a little mashed 'soggy-stuff' for a little longer. Unless I want to complete the aversion therapy route and push the boundaries, having lots of painful lying down sessions, gripes, acid reflux, 'dumping syndrome' and general feelings of very very unwellness.
I am frustrated by this, but realise that it is a long journey that I embarked upon, and at 7 weeks down the line, it is still very early days. I am to continue to speak to and pay visits to Emma BD and Karen BN every couple of weeks/months, and a diary date will be made in 6 months time for me to meet up again with Mr P to see how the whole thing is going. I am not to be let loose in normal circles for a while yet. Unless I need to see him sooner, in which case he will be available.
I am delighted that there do not appear to be any holes in my intestines, broken staples, extra hernias, tight orifices (sorry!) or any other complications that I have been having nightmares about. Maybe a better night's sleep is due this evening.
Mr P did say, however, that he was concerned about my going 'cold turkey' off my anti-depressants, and stated that he would be happier (and so probably would I) if, when I see my GP on Monday, we have a little chat about the possibility of going back on them for a while.
Then I went and put the kettle on, chatted with C1 and C2 about their days, praised them on their fantastic achievements this week, and encouraged them to ditch the school uniform so that I can pass it to the laundry fairy in preparation for their return to school on Monday.
The lawn remains uncut.
There will be no washing done tomorrow, as I am going out! My long-suffering BFF Sal bought me a ticket to see Phantom of the Opera at Birmingham Hippodrome tomorrow (matinee of course!) and we are going to sit back and relax. I can't wait.
A lovely hot bath, clean pjs and no children to put to bed is on the cards.
They are with Babydaddy for the weekend.
My phone will be switched off.
I will sleep until I am ready to get up, then, after a shower and thorough hair wash, will choose from my limited 'shrunken Sue' wardrobe, dress, and prepare for BFF Sal to arrive.
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