Hired Help

Right. After yet another awful day followed by a blazing row (well, half a blazing row; I blazed, Rob sat sullenly saying "I don't know" and looking miserable), I've hired help. We have a laundry service coming to collect on Thursday and a cleaner on Monday. It means that instead of getting a shiny new bike Rob will continue to cycle the trike to and from work but that's ok - the trike fits him well so it's not hurting him to cycle, and it is nice that he's more stable and more visible in the dark weather, and can pick us all up in town if we feel like it.

In other news, Linnea slept through the night last night and I made two phonecalls this morning.

I haven't brushed my teeth or hair yet, but you can't have everything. I'll get there. I have wet laundry to hang first.

Getting there

So Linnea watched three hours of tv. So what? My alternative was losing my temper with her through no fault of her own.

So she refused lunch and breakfast and has eaten crystallised ginger instead. So what? Perhaps she's self-medicating a tummyache.

I got my hair and teeth brushed, made Linnea lunch even if she didn't eat it, ate my own lunch, and hung most of three loads of laundry. There's another load to go in but it's not going until I have somewhere to hang it. I also changed a couple of nappies.

Emer needs and refuses to nap. I need to clear the kitchen, empty and refill the dishwasher, and put away clean, dry laundry. If I get Emer to sleep anywhere but on me, I will.

Sh!

Linnea is asleep with her feet on the floor and her torso and head on the seat of my little armchair. Emer is asleep in the sling on my chest. I wonder whether Linnea is perhaps really unwell? Or just growing? She's not eating much but is definitely sleeping more.

I think I want to go and sit in the other armchair so that I'm there when Linnea wakes up.

I just corrected myself from "if" in that sentence. 5 days until I get happy pills.

It could be normal but it isn't quite

39.1C/102F - poor Nea.

Rob has overtime again.