Babble

I've been ill. Astrid has had a runny nose and eventually I caught it too and although she's fine it went to my chest, as everything always does, if I got a verruca it would go to my chest, and yesterday was grim and last night was horrendous (I had a coughing fit at 3am which was almost like a convulsion, my feet kicked involuntarily while I hacked up my lungs and I couldn't open my eyes and my arms clenched up until the muscles were painfully tight, and oh yes, I felt like I couldn't breathe, can't imagine why...) and so I woke Rob up and asked him to work from home today.

So then this morning I woke and asked him to run me a bath, but when he came to say it was ready I was apparently asleep again. And the next time I woke I'd sweated the fever out, so I had a bath, and then a shower, and then took the girls out to the library.

I felt well, but tired. It was odd, having been so demonstrably ill in the morning, to feel so well in the afternoon.

We went to storytime and then to John Lewis where we spent over 90 minutes having shoes fitted; there was one pair per child in stock which fit well enough to buy, but nothing really good. Thankfully they were cheapish canvas shoes, so we didn't pay full Start Rite prices for something not right. But. Very irritating. Presumably more so for the poor fitter. I can't help thinking that we'd save time if new fitters believed me when I said "Low ankle bones, high instep, narrow heel, broad toes, and they always measure a full size shorter than they actually end up wearing." But I've only ever met one fitter in one shop who did believe me.

Rob met us at the shop and we all went to the toy department where we bought the children scooters with the pocketmoney they've saved up over the past few months. And some money I've saved up too, to be fair, but they definitely made a significant contribution.

And after all that spending, we went to Pizza Express for dinner. The portions there are very small and the children needed to supplement their child meals quite a lot, so we will probably not do that again. But it was really lovely while it lasted.

Now I'm in bed, because I've had Astrid on my back for well over half of the last ten hours. I think no-one else is, though. And tomorrow we have to get out early to go to the theatre and then Linnea is having a sleepover and I dunno what else we're doing.

Posts I want to write

I want to write about faith and god or God and religion and community and morals and things. Partially I want to write it so that I have articulated it and can therefore articulate it to my children. But for some reason it feels like it would be massively inappropriate to write it here. I wonder why?

I want to write developmental updates for all three children. I might need help or reminders to get that done but I really, really want to do it. They are all at wonderful stages right now this minute and I want to record it.

I want to write about art and where it comes from in me and where it's going, what it grows and how it reveals me to myself.

I want to write about parenting, about failing and succeeding with it, losing my temper in horrifying ways and having tolerance and understanding which baffles other people.

I'm not sure where to write these posts.