The doctor came with his bag and his hat

And he knocked on the door with a rat-a-tat-tat.

I'm not ill. I have Post-Viral Mumble, which I think might have been syndrome. I am to rest and recover, and it could take a few weeks. (The cleaner says "Is that like post-natal depression?")

That's a few weeks of the children being secondary to the housework, of Linnea being shipped off to other people for chunks of every day and ignored while she's here... I think I might get better as fast as I can. I can't live up to my mother's standard of child-centred childcare, but my own standard is high enough.

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    am        pm
Tue Rob@home  M here
Wed A here    A taking L?
Thu A?        A?
Fri -         A taking L to ERAPA

We're trying to get my mother to come back. It looks like when Mum has her house I will take the girls and go and stay with her for a long time to recover.

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Achievements
Sunday: about 9:30 am brushed hair, had a bath. Fell asleep in the bath because of brushing hair. Then slept until after 3 pm.

Monday: Brushed teeth. Took two-hour nap to recover.