I'm off

to vox. Blogger sucks.
http://minks.vox.com/

"it was only

when I dyed my hair, plucked my eyebrows, washed up and evaded ww3 (opposing parties seriously engaged in some painting/drawing) when I realised I'd made it as an FTM*"






*Full Time Mum

solid matter

(sorry)
So, John took the day off and I stayed in bed and read a book.
Today I am feeling much better and a stone lighter.
I wouldn't recommend it as a weight loss plan, but it worked better than my willpower.
I have stayed (mostly) booze free, and other than aching kidneys, dry skin and frazzled hair, and neglected children, my January has been an abstinence success.
I intend to eat healthily, drink fresh fruit juices and pure protein (after I've finished this chocolate muffin)

sick of it (pun intended)

The bug lingers. Probably the oysters I ate at Seth's birthday meal, according to the GP who has administered antibiotics and sent off a stool sample. One day I feel better, the next, worse. Its not life threatening or completely debilitating, but my energy is low and my reactions are sluggish. I am not keeping on top of the untidiness, easy tasks like making dinner, or getting them dressed are daunting. Every spilled drink and power struggle over a toy make me tearful.
I feel terrible. My fuse is very short, and they have both been shouted at numerous times over the last few weeks. Today Ezra had several tantrums (as usual) over getting dressed, and when I shouted at him in anger- he took himself off to our bed and wee'd in it. "Are you cross that Mummy shouted?" I asked despairingly. "Yes- so I did a wee in your bed and my pants!" You can't say fairer than that.
I need some help- I'd be signed off sick if I had a paying job. Sadly, there is no one who can cover my shift while I take to my bed.
These antibiotics better kick in soon- I solemnly vow to look after myself, eat more healthily and get more rest when I am feeling better.

interaction

We visited the health visitor today (who noticed my weight loss and commented on how healthy I look. I smiled- instead of telling her I feel deathly.)
Boys weighed and measured.
Ez has grown 2.5cms since the last measure up. Seth has grown, but not much. The irony being that Seth is exactly the same height that Ez was when he was one. I was tearing my hair out with worry at Ezzie's littledom, provoked by worrying HV's who scanned my behaviour for signs of cruelty and nutritional befuddlement.
I am not in the slightest bit worried about Seth. True he weighs more and will eat practically anything, but I am also an old hand now at spotting signs of 'health versus illness' and that boy is fit as a fiddle (he will now be struck down with some mystery illness)
I am aware that Seth has no interest in verbal communication. He can emit blood curdling screams on demand, and points at everything, but has lost all interest in babble. mama dada have disappeared. Other than some shushy whispers and grunts when he points, he is NOT BOTHERED.
It is wrong to compare, but it is inevitable, given that they are so similar in age- and they live in my house. At this age Ez was attempting to copy most words, he tried to sing the lyrics to songs and was proficient in calling Dad dadaaaa, by this stage. Seth is NOT BOTHERED.
There is evidence to suggest younger siblings speak later, so maybe it'll be a while before he gets going- I just wish he'd hurry up and get rid of that bloody scream. (which is so loud my neighbours upstairs have taken to banging on their floor. I will kill them the next time they dare)