ailbhe | Vicissitudes (Reply)

Today has had its ups and downs. Ups: By 11 am, we were both washed, dressed, and fed, the kitchen and bathroom floors were washed, the house was tidied, and we'd watched Teletubbies. Downs: well, the phone rang.

It was Rob, and we discussed some domestrivia, and then I squatted on the kitchen floor to give Linnea the phone. She climbed up to straddle one leg, reached around, and grabbed by hair and hung out of it. While I was trying to untangle her hand from my hair - and she was giggling madly - I overbalanced, heading stright for the floor and the corner of the doorframe, Linnea's head first followed by my whole weight. I twisted. I landed beside her - my head hit the door or the floor or possibly both, hers hit the wall. My knee did a funny hit-the-floor-and-twist thing. I yelled a lot. Linnea didn't - in fact she was fine until I asked "Ar eyou ok?" when she did just enough crying to make me kiss her head better and then scampered off healthily. I scooched over to the phone, dangling from its cord by the other door, and told Rob what had happened. After a bit I got feeling back to my lower leg and was able to stand and stuff, so that was ok.

Another up is that I made more banana muffins, only this time I made two loaves instead of muffins because I couldn't be bothered to scoop goop into 24 little paper cases. Also, we're out of mini muffin cases.

We did much dancing, I on my dodgy knee, because I put some music on and Linnea dragged me into the open floor and twirled, then nagged me in gibberish until I twirled too. Ow. But cute!

I also cleared the dining table totally, except for a huge vase of flowers, and cleared the kitchen of stuff that's been there since the morning I left for Ireland last. I'm not kidding! Some of it was decidedly unpleasant.

And I did laundry including a furry yellow cushion. Next laundry should be huge king-sized bedding but I hate the idea of having to dry the damn' stuff.

I really ought to leave the house. I haven't for quite a while, unless Rob was with me. I really ought to see a doctor about depression, but I can't bring myself to do it. I'm deliberately not nagging Rob into calling to make me an appointment. That's... not good.

Still, it's a nice big sandpit I've got here, and at least my hair can't get greasy in it.