Sometimes you get weary, really weary. You know you've been doing too much, too often and your body cries "Sleep!" Well I've felt like that for a couple of days, so last night my body and I plumped for an early night.
Now, lets go back a bit. Firstly, yesterday I was gonna have a quiet restful day - pah - I had the fidgets and ended up doing loads. I didn't run though because I knew that I was too tired for that. I collapsed on the sofa, yawning at about 6.30
ish, fighting to stay awake because that was too early to sleep. 8.00pm comes around, J's bedtime, he's complaining of tummy ache. So we send him to the loo, rub his tummy, give him a warm
wheatbag, supply him with a lecture about his Anaconda eating habits (again -
mayhap for the 100
th time) and send him to bed. I struggle on manfully with a glass of wine until 8.45pm, apologise to M and go off to bed. I manage 3 pages of book. By 9.00pm I am
sparko zzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
10.00pm my Mum comes home from a social. The dogs bark. She calls out, M answers that I'm in bed but up she comes anyway. I'm awake by now but laying
doggo. She won a raffle prize of an electric food steamer which she wants to gift to us as we always steam (using a bamboo steamer) our veggies. That's so sweet, M thanks her, she goes. I wander in, zombie like, look briefly at steamer, kiss M, apologise for going back to bed and for snoring since 9.00pm *sigh*.
12.30am - J arrives. Tummy ache is worse. He's doubled over and crying and moaning. M and I do a bit of the good cop, bad cop thing to try and get a sensible answer as to where it hurts etc. It sounds like constipation (J has been prone to this in the past, it rings the right bells). Go down to kitchen, re-heat the wheat bag. Back
upstairs, parenting stuff (you know - relax, it'll be all right, reassure, reassure). He can't go, offer
Lacotolse - administer a small dose. Take him down to his room, tuck him in. Crawl back up the stairs, eyelids puffing and drooping...collapse
zzzzzzz.
1.30am Hear downstairs toilet flush. Lay and listen...silence
zzzzzzzz.
2.00am See light shine up the stairs, hear downstairs loo door slam. Lay and worry a bit. Get up and go see if it's J. It is. Talk to him through door, offer to wait til he's done, in case he needs me. Clear up downstairs loo. Re-heat
wheatbag. Reassure, cuddle, settle. Find cat to make sure he's not shut in anyway. Go to the bathroom. Collapse, again, can't sleep. Listening, listening, dozing
zzzzzz.
2.45am Bang! "Mum, Dad this is really serious!" (panic attack - imagining child shitting/
vomitting blood) he's been ill again and managed to puke all over the downstairs bathroom floor whilst sitting on the loo. Thankfully, on one hand the floor is tiled - though he got both mats, on the other hand, it was a splatter bomb - walls, floors,
pedestal - you name it, he got it. M manfully volunteers to clear up (gotta love him) I deal with a small boy, hunched on our loo with a bucket on his lap and in need of clean PJ's. The clean up took 45
mins. I got boy settled, helped M, made tea. Went back to bed. Eventually we dozed off
zzzzzzz.
4.10am I hear J up again. M goes to check it out. J feels better a bit, no longer feels sick. M comes back to bed, he
zzzzzz. Me, I am so awake by now I can't sleep. I am lying there waiting for the next bout. The cat climbs on me purring and goes to sleep. The dog drops a fart bomb - that almost makes me throw up. I am awake. Last time I looked at the clock it was 5.30am.
Today, J is better, a bit weak and pale but essentially it's as if it has never happened. He has been given new rules about how he eats which I will
enforce because Anaconda eating is going to stop. As for me it's as if I never had my early night. I ache, I am grumpy and I am even more tired.
I know it's not his fault, I'd never blame him in anyway. I blame sods law for this little beauty. Now I must away to wash PJ's and bathroom rugs etc and to look for some matchsticks to keep up eyelids up, at least until after tea tonight. I plan another early night tonight *sigh* I am wondering what will occur to fuck it up this time!
Today we toddled off to Ashdown Forest Llama Park http://www.llamapark.co.uk/ . We had a great time oodles of lovely animals. The baby Alpaca above had just been sheared and looked kind of cute with his poodle hair style. He was still quite small and rather shy.
This is a young llama who is getting used to people, being handled and led on a rein. You can book and do 'llama treks' -we didn't but I'd like to. Look at his two bottom teeth. He was quite friendly.
Another lovely Alpaca - I think is was a 'suri' all the others were sheared by not Mr Shaggy here. We could hear their teeth tearing at the grass. Though all of the Alpaca stopped munching and stared as M walked by.....wonder why?
This lovely Llama kept staring but every time we put up the camera he looked down and started munching again - we caught him out eventually. The rain held off for us and we took the long route around the park. Wonderful views, lots of great trees, adders (but we didn't see any), sheepies and their lambs. Interesting museum and J and I did the quiz sheet.
