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Wednesday, 27 February 2013

Playing Catch Up.

Right. Let's do this....

I've been trying to write a post for months but something always crops up.

Sometimes good things: playing with the kids, nice visitors.
Sometimes bad things: hellish workload, vomit.

Now half term's over again and it's almost March. Not sure how that happened.
Doesn't seem 5 minutes since I was blubbing and snivelling into my paint tins having an almighty great big wobble just before the Christmas holidays started. 

The Christmas workload got to be a teensy bit too much for me...working 'til 2, 3 and 4am doesn't help. One cold stressful night Steve took me home and insisted I slept (it was after 4.30am at this point) He then went back 'just to finish off' and arrived home at 8am. Slept for an hour and off we went again. Exhausting and ridiculous and something I never want to repeat.

Thankfully Christmas itself was lovely. We invited my Mum & Dad for Christmas dinner and we spent the day laughing and playing games and the kids had a ball and were thoroughly spoiled. Watching my mum and dad trying to pin 'the nose on Rudolf' followed by a dancing competition to Gangnam Style (expertly judged by Alfie) was hilarious!

Christmas dinner was a complete success and the 2-tonne homemade trifle went down a treat at teatime.

There were sackloads of presents but we were particularly pleased with the gift for my parents. Last year we bought them tickets for The Chelsea Flower Show - neither had been and both love their garden. It was something they could enjoy together and it went down a storm. This year we wanted to do something along the same lines so we had the brainwave to send them to a Vintage Festival. Both Mum & Dad love the, music, cars, style  - Mum's face was a picture when they opened the envelope to find tickets for Twinwood Festival...they were thrilled to bits.

January was cold. Cold and snowy and dark. I took the boys out sledging and had snowball fights. Then Alfie got poorly and spent the next week off school and in bed for 3 days.

The last few weeks have been a blur of work, sleepless nights and sickness. Our beautiful boy Charlie started nursery at the beginning of February and then fell ill with the norovirus. One delightful night as I lifted him out of his cot he started vomiting...all over his pillow, his sleeping bag, his bed, then covered me and the floor. We both then spent some time sitting on the bathroom floor in our pants while I decided what the hell to do next! Next Steve caught the virus and was in bed on and off for 3 days.

Not a great start to the new year but we did win another award...but that's another blog post!

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