I am beginning to understand that all of the men in my life are just irritating, and yet, still we go back for more. The 'man' I am referring to in this post is Willow. Willow is the hamster. Yes I know..... hear me out....
Willow was actually supposed to be a fish. I had had a brilliant idea a while back that Little D may benefit from having something that she could look to take some responsibility for and thought when she was starting school that a fish would be a good idea - I am going to break off here for a bit as I suspect that most other parents have at some point fallen into this trap before. I have certainly been advised not to go down the pet route and yet somehow I chose to ignore this and thought I knew better. Any parents out there who don't yet have a pet, heed this warning...... don't.
Little D and I discussed said fish and she was all up for it, so off we went to the pet shop. First mistake. Pet shops don't just sell fish do they? Second mistake was mummy fail, research had not taken place and what I had not realised was that apparently now (although I am sure it was not like this when I was small and we had fish) you have to buy the tank and set it up for two days before you can add fish. Well this was never going to work was it. Rather unsurprisingly Little D was not particularly taken with the idea of going to get a fish and coming back with an empty tank. How do you explain this to a four year old? How do you explain this to a four year old who is now distracted by the other furry animals, which lets face it, look much cuter than a non existent fish....
So by demonstrating some great parenting discipline we ended up coming back with Willow. I maintain it could have been worse.
For a number of months Willow was fine, easy to look after, a big hit and Little D adores him. I now realise he was in fact conning us all this time and he was in the process of implementing his action plan.
The first issue was not entirely Willow's fault but collusion I suspect between him and Annabel (Annabel is the rabbit. A house rabbit. Yes, we then got a rabbit. I would like to plead insanity on the account that Toss Pot had left and I had temporarily - debatable - lost my mind). Annabel knocked Willow's house on the floor and had loosened one of the tunnels so one afternoon Willow made a break for it. Took me a while to realise he was MIA and I spent most of the day trying to look for him without actually drawing it to the attention of Little D. Did locate him that evening after much muting of the TV as I knew I could hear him somewhere. So he was back and safely deposited in his repaired house.
And then came issue number two..... I was suddenly aware that there was a lot of noisy gnawing coming from Willow's direction, far more than normal. Upon investigation he had eaten through the wall of his house. He was in effect digging an escape tunnel. Surely, they are not supposed to be able to eat their way out of their houses? I had to tape up the hole with some cardboard - I do see the flaw in this plan, in that if he can eat through his house what is cardboard going to do? but I was short of options.
So 3 days and £25 later, new house purchased. Different style of house to try and prevent eating through the house. New house is a type of rota stack where you connect bits with tubes and tunnels. If you don't have a tube or tunnel you have a round plug that you put in the hole and twist to lock. Simples. New house big hit and very secure for a couple of weeks.
One night am in bed and wake up at around 4am to some strange noises. Tried to ignore these as I thought I was probably in dream like state. No. Noises did not stop. OMG there is something in my bedroom. THERE IS SOMETHING CHEWING AND SCRABBLING IN MY BEDROOM. What if it is a mouse or a rat (don't ask me where the rat would come from). I need to turn the light on to find out, but what if it is a rat, what do I then do. Fuck. OK, be brave. Turned the light on and guess what, Willow did a bolt across the bedroom. Really? How on earth?
So I lost him, but at least I knew what it was. I went down to investigate how on earth he has escaped this time. So you remember those plugs that you put in the hole and twist to lock?? Well, it appears over a number of days he had been working one loose and had somehow twisted it to unlock and then made a break for it. Not only that, he had navigated himself down the side of the rabbit cage (his house is on top of Annabel's) and then climbed upstairs to wake me up.
Knowing it was Willow did at least mean that I was able to go back to sleep. It took four days and a war of attrition before I managed to get him back. I left food and his house out over night, in the morning the food was gone but the house was empty (definitely a piss taker), I had to barricade my bedroom door shut at night to stop him coming in (I know he is a hamster but the door does not close properly so he can get in). At one point I had visions of him being one of the actual characters from G Force and running around in night vision goggles and a utility belt..
Anyone one night, I heard him (it was about 1 am), I jumped out of bed and managed to corner him in the spare room, I chased about after him in my pants for a bit and then thought better of it. I shut him in the spare room and retrieved his house and food and left them in the spare room with him. I was really shocked in the morning to find he had gone to sleep in his house......
....I win...... it is a small victory...... but it is my victory and I will continue to feel smug, until the next time.
Incidently, the round plug things, sellotaped on now....... lets see what he comes up with next....
Sunday, 22 April 2012
Thursday, 12 April 2012
Out of the mouth of babes
There have been many things which Little D has said over time that I wished she had not - the classic line to the builder about drawing a picture of "you and me and mummy altogether" being one of them.
Friday was no exception to this.
Took Little D to Toss pot's for the day (she was meeting his new girlfriend!). I was wearing a vest top and a cardigan (v mum like I think). Holding Little D in a big hug to say goodbye and before I knew it she had whipped my vest top back to reveal my bra to Toss pot......
...... just so happens it was a leopard print bra (not one that Toss pot had seen before). Little D then looks at Toss Pot and says "Look at mummy's leopard print.......... mummy has leopard pants on too.......... mummy is wearing her smart pants......"
Oh good, I will hand it to Toss pot he just looked really embarrassed and opted not to comment.
In my head were the words to the effect of "yes I am and did I ever wear any for you, no I did not......" I am restrained though, I said nothing....
Then on Saturday we were at my parent's house and my dad comes into the kitchen saying that he hears I have leopard pants.......... Little D had made a point (a day later) of telling him as well.....
Two things I have summed up from this:
1. I do not want my dad to know what my pants are like - particularly leopard print
2. I clearly do not wear enough matching underwear for her to think it was such an important point to flag to anyone who will listen....... slightly concerned for when she goes back to school now........
Friday was no exception to this.
Took Little D to Toss pot's for the day (she was meeting his new girlfriend!). I was wearing a vest top and a cardigan (v mum like I think). Holding Little D in a big hug to say goodbye and before I knew it she had whipped my vest top back to reveal my bra to Toss pot......
...... just so happens it was a leopard print bra (not one that Toss pot had seen before). Little D then looks at Toss Pot and says "Look at mummy's leopard print.......... mummy has leopard pants on too.......... mummy is wearing her smart pants......"
Oh good, I will hand it to Toss pot he just looked really embarrassed and opted not to comment.
In my head were the words to the effect of "yes I am and did I ever wear any for you, no I did not......" I am restrained though, I said nothing....
Then on Saturday we were at my parent's house and my dad comes into the kitchen saying that he hears I have leopard pants.......... Little D had made a point (a day later) of telling him as well.....
Two things I have summed up from this:
1. I do not want my dad to know what my pants are like - particularly leopard print
2. I clearly do not wear enough matching underwear for her to think it was such an important point to flag to anyone who will listen....... slightly concerned for when she goes back to school now........
Sunday, 1 April 2012
Out on the town....
So big plans this weekend, Mable and I were hitting the town - large! Probably the first time I have hit the town in this fashion in about six years....... super excited.
New dress purchased - which in itself was a bit of a thing, I never wear a dress, but given the occasion and the weight loss I thought I would push the boat out!
So needless to say we hit the wine before we went out and then at around 8pm we were off.....
Went to a pretty lively and nice (expensive) bar and thought we would start the evening off with a cocktail. Where I live is quite affluent an area (I do not fit in!!), so most people are pretty immaculately turned out and look amazing, also, generally very slim. The good news is that the age range of people being out is quite varied so we didn't feel really "old".
Cocktail drunk, quick nip to the loo (I know but we are both mothers and so need to frequent the loo on a regular basis), walking through the super cool bar to head to the back of the building where the toilets are and Mable just completely stacks it onto both knees...which, if I am honest was quite amusing in itself but the way in which she sprang back onto two feet and carried on walking was amazing and quite possibly one of the funniest things I had ever seen (to that point), almost feline like. I had to stop walking and talking for laughing so much, even as I write this down I am laughing again at the image and I simple cannot do it justice on the blog.
So we eventually make it to the loo (once I have pulled myself together) and, because I was wearing a dress I was paranoid about coming out of the loo and it being caught up in my tights or something. I come out of the loo and as we are walking back up the stairs to the bar I say to Mable "is my dress tucked in my pants", to which she starts laughing and replied "No, but you have a load of bog roll stuck to your shoe" (which I did). FFS. This was probably a good early indication that we should not have been out.
Next bar, couple of vodkas, bit of chit chatting and some dancing, lovely time. Back into the first bar, more vodkas, more chit chatting and bit of dancing.... all lovely.
Decided we needed to move on and so went for the dodgy nightclub, which, I have to say was not as dodgy as I had first feared and we had a really great time - I will come back to that in a moment.
To get to said nightclub we had to trot down a hill, about five minutes - just a case of follow the masses. So we headed off that way just before 11. On our way out Mable decided to tell some bloke that he had bog roll stuck to his foot (which he did), good of her really....
And then she declares she needs another wee, which is tough, she will just have to wait until we get to dodgy nightclub, so off we trot laughing loudly about I have no idea what.... ( I feel people may have been looking thinking oh lord the "mothers" are out, how they would know we were mothers I have no idea). So we are talking away and and come to a small side road which we need to cross, I am walking across and suddenly become aware that Mable is not next to me, I turn round and she has walked into a stationary taxi...... this was not even a normal taxi it was a mini bus taxi and she has walked straight into it. Apparently she thought it was going to move....... this clearly set me off again....I had to go back and retrieve her and just keep walking.
Walking down the hill I then tell Mable a story I had heard in the week about someone we know who had been to a music concert and their friend had been hit in the head with some sort of a missile (now, I know what you are all thinking, usually these missiles are of a liquid capacity, but no..) a 2lb lump of Edam. Laughing again and Mable starts roaring with laughing which meant we were doubled over laughing in the street and she needed a wee (still).... we must have looked so classy. I was doing my usual laughing/crying thing that I do. We knew we had to regain composure in order to gain access to dodgy nightclub so had to stop and calm down a bit....
Composure regained and re took the plunge, into the nightclub we went. We drank and we danced and it was brilliant. Chatting to a few people and just having a laugh.
Mable decides to go off to the bar, which based on previous experiences can take about four days to return from so she (in her what only can be described as pretty shitfaced state) says to me she is off to the bar and for me to stay put, there was a girl who Mable had been dancing with when I had done my last bar trip so Mable says "you will be ok, this is Maria, she is a lesbian, she will look after you" and then before I know it she has disappeared!! Maria was really nice (no idea if she is actually a lesbian or not) but lovely, did offer to give us a lift home as she was staying until the end, however we bailed just after 2am and so opted for the taxi.
This morning was tough, Mable slept downstairs, she came upstairs at lunch time and climbed into my bed, we decided to do the only thing we could at a time like that and ordered a Dominos, I went to open the door to the delivery driver in my pyjamas and then we sat and ate it in my bed whilst watching last night's Britain's Got Talent.... feeling much better now but expecting another lull shortly....
New dress purchased - which in itself was a bit of a thing, I never wear a dress, but given the occasion and the weight loss I thought I would push the boat out!
So needless to say we hit the wine before we went out and then at around 8pm we were off.....
Went to a pretty lively and nice (expensive) bar and thought we would start the evening off with a cocktail. Where I live is quite affluent an area (I do not fit in!!), so most people are pretty immaculately turned out and look amazing, also, generally very slim. The good news is that the age range of people being out is quite varied so we didn't feel really "old".
Cocktail drunk, quick nip to the loo (I know but we are both mothers and so need to frequent the loo on a regular basis), walking through the super cool bar to head to the back of the building where the toilets are and Mable just completely stacks it onto both knees...which, if I am honest was quite amusing in itself but the way in which she sprang back onto two feet and carried on walking was amazing and quite possibly one of the funniest things I had ever seen (to that point), almost feline like. I had to stop walking and talking for laughing so much, even as I write this down I am laughing again at the image and I simple cannot do it justice on the blog.
So we eventually make it to the loo (once I have pulled myself together) and, because I was wearing a dress I was paranoid about coming out of the loo and it being caught up in my tights or something. I come out of the loo and as we are walking back up the stairs to the bar I say to Mable "is my dress tucked in my pants", to which she starts laughing and replied "No, but you have a load of bog roll stuck to your shoe" (which I did). FFS. This was probably a good early indication that we should not have been out.
Next bar, couple of vodkas, bit of chit chatting and some dancing, lovely time. Back into the first bar, more vodkas, more chit chatting and bit of dancing.... all lovely.
Decided we needed to move on and so went for the dodgy nightclub, which, I have to say was not as dodgy as I had first feared and we had a really great time - I will come back to that in a moment.
To get to said nightclub we had to trot down a hill, about five minutes - just a case of follow the masses. So we headed off that way just before 11. On our way out Mable decided to tell some bloke that he had bog roll stuck to his foot (which he did), good of her really....
And then she declares she needs another wee, which is tough, she will just have to wait until we get to dodgy nightclub, so off we trot laughing loudly about I have no idea what.... ( I feel people may have been looking thinking oh lord the "mothers" are out, how they would know we were mothers I have no idea). So we are talking away and and come to a small side road which we need to cross, I am walking across and suddenly become aware that Mable is not next to me, I turn round and she has walked into a stationary taxi...... this was not even a normal taxi it was a mini bus taxi and she has walked straight into it. Apparently she thought it was going to move....... this clearly set me off again....I had to go back and retrieve her and just keep walking.
Walking down the hill I then tell Mable a story I had heard in the week about someone we know who had been to a music concert and their friend had been hit in the head with some sort of a missile (now, I know what you are all thinking, usually these missiles are of a liquid capacity, but no..) a 2lb lump of Edam. Laughing again and Mable starts roaring with laughing which meant we were doubled over laughing in the street and she needed a wee (still).... we must have looked so classy. I was doing my usual laughing/crying thing that I do. We knew we had to regain composure in order to gain access to dodgy nightclub so had to stop and calm down a bit....
Composure regained and re took the plunge, into the nightclub we went. We drank and we danced and it was brilliant. Chatting to a few people and just having a laugh.
Mable decides to go off to the bar, which based on previous experiences can take about four days to return from so she (in her what only can be described as pretty shitfaced state) says to me she is off to the bar and for me to stay put, there was a girl who Mable had been dancing with when I had done my last bar trip so Mable says "you will be ok, this is Maria, she is a lesbian, she will look after you" and then before I know it she has disappeared!! Maria was really nice (no idea if she is actually a lesbian or not) but lovely, did offer to give us a lift home as she was staying until the end, however we bailed just after 2am and so opted for the taxi.
This morning was tough, Mable slept downstairs, she came upstairs at lunch time and climbed into my bed, we decided to do the only thing we could at a time like that and ordered a Dominos, I went to open the door to the delivery driver in my pyjamas and then we sat and ate it in my bed whilst watching last night's Britain's Got Talent.... feeling much better now but expecting another lull shortly....
Wednesday, 28 March 2012
Bridget Jones moment
There are many things which happen in life, which, at the time you wish they had not. Some of these moments are, at the time, abhorrent, the sort where you just want the world to stop for a few seconds.......
Saturday was a beautiful example of one of these incidents.......
.....now, we will not go into the whys or the wherefores but lets just start with condoms in my handbag. As most of you should know they all come linked together in a box and so there were two adjoined in my bag, I say two, it was actually one and an empty packet (it's ok, my mum knows about this, thought it best to tell her before I wrote it down...), again, we are not dispensing with the whys and the wherefores.....
I had "safely" deposited them in one of those neat little pockets in the inside of my bag, so there were not loose and would not just roam around in the sac magique.
And then I forgot about them...
Saturday, Little D and I went to Starbucks after doing some shopping in town, we sat down, like proper grown ups and then my phone beeped in my bag. How wonderful I thought, so I reached into my bag to extract my phone from the phone pocket.......only, I hadn't put my phone in the phone pocket had I? No. I had put it in the other pocket, the one with the said articles in it.....
So as I enthusiastically reached for my phone trying to look cool and popular (note to self, do not do this again), I whipped my phone out at great speed. Out it came and out with it came the condoms. Which was bad enough in itself but, given my over enthusiasm they flew threw the air across Starbucks and landed about 6 feet away from my table........ OH. MY. GOD....
It was at precisely this point I wanted the world to stop.
What to do.... no-one equips you to deal with these situations do they? What the hell do I do?
In a split second various things ran through my head - I could just leave them, pretend they were not mine, which would work except a number of people had seen this incident and were currently starring open mouthed (apart from the lady on the table next to me who had looked at the condoms on the floor, looked at me and then burst out laughing). Plus some small child might pick them up....
So in the end, I decided I had no option, I just stood up, walked over to the offending items (I am sure it looked worse because one was an empty packet......), picked them up and returned to my table.
EVERYONE just looking at me......
Get back to the table Little D says "Mummy what are those?"...... I used the typical parent distraction method to get her to look out the window, thereby avoiding having to answer the question.
At this point, most normal people would have probably left, but no, I stayed. I smiled at the laughing lady next to me (who at this point was texting on her phone, probably to all her friends about what just happened) and sat and drank my coffee......
There is a lesson to this story....
Saturday was a beautiful example of one of these incidents.......
.....now, we will not go into the whys or the wherefores but lets just start with condoms in my handbag. As most of you should know they all come linked together in a box and so there were two adjoined in my bag, I say two, it was actually one and an empty packet (it's ok, my mum knows about this, thought it best to tell her before I wrote it down...), again, we are not dispensing with the whys and the wherefores.....
I had "safely" deposited them in one of those neat little pockets in the inside of my bag, so there were not loose and would not just roam around in the sac magique.
And then I forgot about them...
Saturday, Little D and I went to Starbucks after doing some shopping in town, we sat down, like proper grown ups and then my phone beeped in my bag. How wonderful I thought, so I reached into my bag to extract my phone from the phone pocket.......only, I hadn't put my phone in the phone pocket had I? No. I had put it in the other pocket, the one with the said articles in it.....
So as I enthusiastically reached for my phone trying to look cool and popular (note to self, do not do this again), I whipped my phone out at great speed. Out it came and out with it came the condoms. Which was bad enough in itself but, given my over enthusiasm they flew threw the air across Starbucks and landed about 6 feet away from my table........ OH. MY. GOD....
It was at precisely this point I wanted the world to stop.
What to do.... no-one equips you to deal with these situations do they? What the hell do I do?
In a split second various things ran through my head - I could just leave them, pretend they were not mine, which would work except a number of people had seen this incident and were currently starring open mouthed (apart from the lady on the table next to me who had looked at the condoms on the floor, looked at me and then burst out laughing). Plus some small child might pick them up....
So in the end, I decided I had no option, I just stood up, walked over to the offending items (I am sure it looked worse because one was an empty packet......), picked them up and returned to my table.
EVERYONE just looking at me......
Get back to the table Little D says "Mummy what are those?"...... I used the typical parent distraction method to get her to look out the window, thereby avoiding having to answer the question.
At this point, most normal people would have probably left, but no, I stayed. I smiled at the laughing lady next to me (who at this point was texting on her phone, probably to all her friends about what just happened) and sat and drank my coffee......
There is a lesson to this story....
Tuesday, 27 March 2012
Personal goal or utter madness?
Most of you who read this will already know that in some sort of fit of madness, a few weeks ago I entered myself into the Race for Life this year. "Well Done" I hear (some of) you cry, and I thank you. It does not stop there however, I could have entered to do the 5km - just over three miles - which would have been the sensible option given I am not really a runner, but no, no, why would I do that? Instead, I have opted for the 10km - just over six miles, six miles...... of running........
I am a bit like a pendulum when I think about what lies ahead, swinging from thinking this is a great thing and how proud I am of myself to thinking it is just simply ridiculous and that I will never do it, be lucky to make it half way round.
Six months ago I would have never thought I would be doing something like this, the only time I would have used running in a sentence would be when it was followed by "a bath".
When I started seeing the PT, about four months ago, I was extremely categorical that I would not run. Not even a little bit. Not ever. And bless him, he humoured me, said it was OK and not an issue and then, after less than two months, I found myself on a treadmill. He lies. I learnt this quite early on. He lies a lot. For the right reasons yes, but he still lies.
And you know what, I quite like it. Don't get me wrong, it is hard going, we do interval running and virtual each visit he increases my "quick" interval.... we are at 13kmh an hour now, which for me is just quite amazing. But I am determined, I will do this, I need to do this.
My main issue at the moment is the endurance aspect of it, I cannot run 6 miles at the moment, I would be lucky if I could run 3, so we have some work to do. I should add that the aim is not to run the 6 miles at 13kmh - that would just be silly! I am looking to try and break the hour though..... I am not promising that....
I do feel that having a small posse at the finishing line, brandishing glasses of wine at me may help....
I am under no illusion that there will be tears on the lead up to the run....... just humour me if you happen to be around me at that time...
In the meantime, the mission is on to get as much sponsorship as I can for Cancer Research. I will be running for some who are no longer with us and some who are continuing the fight. x
I am a bit like a pendulum when I think about what lies ahead, swinging from thinking this is a great thing and how proud I am of myself to thinking it is just simply ridiculous and that I will never do it, be lucky to make it half way round.
Six months ago I would have never thought I would be doing something like this, the only time I would have used running in a sentence would be when it was followed by "a bath".
When I started seeing the PT, about four months ago, I was extremely categorical that I would not run. Not even a little bit. Not ever. And bless him, he humoured me, said it was OK and not an issue and then, after less than two months, I found myself on a treadmill. He lies. I learnt this quite early on. He lies a lot. For the right reasons yes, but he still lies.
And you know what, I quite like it. Don't get me wrong, it is hard going, we do interval running and virtual each visit he increases my "quick" interval.... we are at 13kmh an hour now, which for me is just quite amazing. But I am determined, I will do this, I need to do this.
My main issue at the moment is the endurance aspect of it, I cannot run 6 miles at the moment, I would be lucky if I could run 3, so we have some work to do. I should add that the aim is not to run the 6 miles at 13kmh - that would just be silly! I am looking to try and break the hour though..... I am not promising that....
I do feel that having a small posse at the finishing line, brandishing glasses of wine at me may help....
I am under no illusion that there will be tears on the lead up to the run....... just humour me if you happen to be around me at that time...
In the meantime, the mission is on to get as much sponsorship as I can for Cancer Research. I will be running for some who are no longer with us and some who are continuing the fight. x
Sunday, 18 March 2012
"bit of a week"
Aside from the school and bell v face incident, this week has been a bit emotional, some good, some bad, some, just well emotional really (and no, it is not bear week)....
I will start with the most recent issue...... Hamster is MIA. Little D is not aware of this as of yet, I have spent a lot of this afternoon on my knees in the kitchen (not as good as it sounds!) looking for the offending article but still no joy. Spotted its escape when Toss Pot and I were talking in the kitchen, noticed one of the plastic tubes on the cage had come out, made a strange noise and ran over to the cage..... no Hamster...... OH.
Was definitely in there this morning but is now not. Could be anywhere. What if the rabbit has eaten it? I do not want to have this conversation with Little D..... so, the Hamster SOS continues.......
Monday was my wedding anniversary.... 7 years, I would say would have been my wedding anniversary but as we are still technically married, I suppose it still is.... I did mark the occasion by sending Toss Pot a text message wishing him a Happy Anniversary, strangely, heard nothing back...... I mean it is ok and it is. We just have a series of "firsts" to get through and I guess this was one of them. I think it may have been more difficult than Christmas but it passed relatively uneventful so we can now cross that one off the list.
I had to go away for work this week as well which meant I did not see Little D for 4 days, which is the longest time ever I have not seen her for. Again, it was necessary and we all survived but it added to an already stretching week.
There was also a waxing incident this week which I am debating about whether to blog about (it would be hilarious) or not, possibly, some of you will not want to know about this and so I will continue to ponder......
I will start with the most recent issue...... Hamster is MIA. Little D is not aware of this as of yet, I have spent a lot of this afternoon on my knees in the kitchen (not as good as it sounds!) looking for the offending article but still no joy. Spotted its escape when Toss Pot and I were talking in the kitchen, noticed one of the plastic tubes on the cage had come out, made a strange noise and ran over to the cage..... no Hamster...... OH.
Was definitely in there this morning but is now not. Could be anywhere. What if the rabbit has eaten it? I do not want to have this conversation with Little D..... so, the Hamster SOS continues.......
Monday was my wedding anniversary.... 7 years, I would say would have been my wedding anniversary but as we are still technically married, I suppose it still is.... I did mark the occasion by sending Toss Pot a text message wishing him a Happy Anniversary, strangely, heard nothing back...... I mean it is ok and it is. We just have a series of "firsts" to get through and I guess this was one of them. I think it may have been more difficult than Christmas but it passed relatively uneventful so we can now cross that one off the list.
I had to go away for work this week as well which meant I did not see Little D for 4 days, which is the longest time ever I have not seen her for. Again, it was necessary and we all survived but it added to an already stretching week.
There was also a waxing incident this week which I am debating about whether to blog about (it would be hilarious) or not, possibly, some of you will not want to know about this and so I will continue to ponder......
Saved by the bell??
Hi - sorry, it has been a while, bit of a week this week - we will come onto that in a moment. Fortunately my "bit of a week" s keep the blog moving!
So Little D has had an incident..... phone call from school on Monday - you may remember last time school phoned she had cut a huge chunk of her hair off with a pair of scissors, so I could not wait to hear what it was this time!
Rang and spoke to the office, they explained that while they were out to play and one of the teaching assistants was ringing the bell to get them all back inside, Little D, somehow, ran full pelt into the bell as it was being rung and collided with the bell using her face...... don't even ask me how this is possible, there are naturally a few questions which sprang to mind (after I had ascertained that she was OK):
- how on earth did she manage to do this and not see the bell, after all, it makes quite a significant noise. There can surely be no claims of not knowing it was there (which is my usual defence for any trips or falls....)
- what was the teaching assistant doing? did she not see Little D come charging towards her? Is this a common incident?
Office advised that she was fine but had a "bit of a line" on her face from the bell. OK good. They ring because they don't see us at the end of the day as she goes to Kid's Club for post school childcare. The school therefore do not have the opportunity to have their explanations ready as we go and pick her up.
Little D was with Toss Pot that night so I emailed him to let him know what to expect.
Later that night he sent me a photo of Little D's face. Oh. Dear.
"bit of a line"
She had a huge gash running from 2mm under her lower eye lid down the side of her face and cheekbone, lots of swelling and when the bruising came out she had a black eye and cheekbone....... "bit of a line". She has actually been very lucky, any higher and she could have been blinded....
....she is so her mother's daughter though, I mean how anyone can do that to themselves I do not know, but then I think about what I was/am like....
The best example of this is when I was about 2.5 - 3 years. I somehow managed to get myself a glass and as I walked out the back door I tripped over the step and glassed myself in the forehead........ trip to casualty.....
A few weeks later I was on top of a climbing frame in a friend's garden - those of you off of the 80's might remember the sort, metal frame, quite tall and narrow, flat on the top - I was up there with a friend and my big brother and all of the sudden I was not up there anymore, I was on the floor, on my head, on a concrete slab. There is still to this day some debate as to whether I fell or was pushed, other witnesses were interrogated (4 year old brother) but no serious conclusions were drawn. So back to casualty we went for them to sew the back of my head up this time.
In light of the fact that I was a small child with two head injuries in very quick succession, Social Services were called in (my poor parents) and had to do a home visit. The day Social Services came round, I fell backwards through the greenhouse. Social Services left, satisfied there were no issues with my parents. Just me.
Yep, she is definitely her mother's daughter....
So Little D has had an incident..... phone call from school on Monday - you may remember last time school phoned she had cut a huge chunk of her hair off with a pair of scissors, so I could not wait to hear what it was this time!
Rang and spoke to the office, they explained that while they were out to play and one of the teaching assistants was ringing the bell to get them all back inside, Little D, somehow, ran full pelt into the bell as it was being rung and collided with the bell using her face...... don't even ask me how this is possible, there are naturally a few questions which sprang to mind (after I had ascertained that she was OK):
- how on earth did she manage to do this and not see the bell, after all, it makes quite a significant noise. There can surely be no claims of not knowing it was there (which is my usual defence for any trips or falls....)
- what was the teaching assistant doing? did she not see Little D come charging towards her? Is this a common incident?
Office advised that she was fine but had a "bit of a line" on her face from the bell. OK good. They ring because they don't see us at the end of the day as she goes to Kid's Club for post school childcare. The school therefore do not have the opportunity to have their explanations ready as we go and pick her up.
Little D was with Toss Pot that night so I emailed him to let him know what to expect.
Later that night he sent me a photo of Little D's face. Oh. Dear.
"bit of a line"
She had a huge gash running from 2mm under her lower eye lid down the side of her face and cheekbone, lots of swelling and when the bruising came out she had a black eye and cheekbone....... "bit of a line". She has actually been very lucky, any higher and she could have been blinded....
....she is so her mother's daughter though, I mean how anyone can do that to themselves I do not know, but then I think about what I was/am like....
The best example of this is when I was about 2.5 - 3 years. I somehow managed to get myself a glass and as I walked out the back door I tripped over the step and glassed myself in the forehead........ trip to casualty.....
A few weeks later I was on top of a climbing frame in a friend's garden - those of you off of the 80's might remember the sort, metal frame, quite tall and narrow, flat on the top - I was up there with a friend and my big brother and all of the sudden I was not up there anymore, I was on the floor, on my head, on a concrete slab. There is still to this day some debate as to whether I fell or was pushed, other witnesses were interrogated (4 year old brother) but no serious conclusions were drawn. So back to casualty we went for them to sew the back of my head up this time.
In light of the fact that I was a small child with two head injuries in very quick succession, Social Services were called in (my poor parents) and had to do a home visit. The day Social Services came round, I fell backwards through the greenhouse. Social Services left, satisfied there were no issues with my parents. Just me.
Yep, she is definitely her mother's daughter....
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