To the moon and back

It was a busy week where I felt I'd been everywhere and done far more than should fit in seven days. We went to the castle at last, mingled with the locals,enjoyed a January picnic under a christmas table cloth teepee and had an unexpected mini break at the childrens hospital. I was pretty done in..then had to go back to work

The week started well with a visit from old friends who bought along their own tot. He proved very good excersise for ours, although turns out he may have ended up being a bit over generous with his bugs. A few days later found us taking Mol to the GP, then the Eye Hospital, then A and E, to be told they were admitting her for a course of IV antibiotics. Cue rather tired and emotional anonimum trying to stiffle stiff upper lipped sniffs and slightly teary eyes whilst dashing about town trying to find the necessary kit for an unexpected night from home. I can't manage baby jabs so had to bow out of the insertion of the canula. I'm not sure wether it would have been worse to have been there than listening to the miserable wails from outside.

Of all the (rather few) mini breaks I have enjoyed, the children's hospital didn't actually rate too badly and reminded me that along with nursery staff, nurses really should get knighted more often. Still after two days of Kistry Alsopp, David Dickenson, Jeremy wot not (who has not aged very well since the last time I watched him- which may, admittidly have been some years since) and various tangerine faced duos trying to sell me homes in the country, in another country,under the hammer etcetera etcatera, it was fair to say I was pretty bored and exhausted. Mol meanwhile was weathering the storm pretty well, which made me feel more terrible for the really poorly wee mites in adjoining rooms who Mol seemed determined to befriend thru the windows of their rooms. Bored as we may have been, it did remind me how lucky we are.

And how tired! Everyone seemed out of routine by the weekend what with strange events taking us away from home, running about and returning to work, sleep has gone a bit haywire. A very sleepy Laurie sitting on his stool infornt of the fire just said " Mummy I love you to the moon and back" . We haven't read that book in weeks. I cried a little.