Feeling rough

I was supposed to be going out today, to meet with some feminist parents. I’d got as far as breakfasting all of us, dressing the children, had organised my clothes when I decided to face facts and admit that I feel dreadful. Sandy eyes, headache, sore throat, general fuzziness – I don’t think I should be driving. So bad temperedly (is that a word) attempted to get a message through to say that I’m not coming, and settled down for a quiet day.

Instantly disrupted by a call from an agency about another job (hm, distinct cv bigging up required methinks – it’s a project management role rather than actual development…but loads of dosh 😉 ) so spent some time making positive noises while holding the kitchen door shut against the less than positive noise from the living room. This is the real world, right, we know that ppl have children. Children who it would appear aren’t feeling desperately well either as Small has just laid himself down on the floor, and Big is requiring me to be *right there* at all times.

Off the phone from that one, and got a message through from P, mother of Big’s best nursery friend. Had completely forgotten that I’d agreed to have him Saturday night, but haven’t arranged anything else (just as well I hadn’t offered floor space to anyone Melrosing though!) so we’re still on for that, and Big gets an overnight on Friday. Also agreed that I’ll help out during half term – been offering holiday help since he started school, but so far it hasn’t been needed. Good to be able to help though.

And finally got through to the fps to apologise for not being there – we’re going to do it again in a couple of weeks.

Big is doing cuisenaire stuff again – we are working very hard at being nice to each other, and Small is wombling about looking a bit sorry for himself too. Hoping to get into a nice hot bath at some stage – would really like to go back to bed, but with two children that just isn’t an option 🙁