I am sure I had it here somewhere. If anyone sees it lying around, could they let me know? It may be next to the plot because I think I lost that a long time ago.
Back to whatever passes as normal in this house tomorrow. Please let it be easier than the last week.
Sunday, 6 January 2013
Spending in the Sales
This is not me, but little bear. He was given money for his birthday and went yesterday to town with his father to spend it. OH takes him to a particular shop which has lots of Doctor Who merchandise, the same place he got the enormous cardboard cut out of the Dalek. And though it is a nuisance having a birthday at Christmas, it is great if you get money because you get more for it in the sales.
However little bear didn't fancy that much of the stuff there. He came back with some goodies, but also quite a bit of his money. OH was thrilled - little bear didn't spend for the sake of it. He bought what he wanted and only what he wanted and then stopped. We must have done something right.
Today OH has taken little bear to Toys R Us. Little bear is quite subdued at the moment, definitely not his normal self, but they trotted happily off to Toys R Us. They have been gone some time.
Little bear will probably be a lot better with money than I ever will be. He was very clear about exactly how much money he has to spend, and while he is picking out a present for his friend's birthday he was very clear who was paying for it - not him!
He will do alright.
However little bear didn't fancy that much of the stuff there. He came back with some goodies, but also quite a bit of his money. OH was thrilled - little bear didn't spend for the sake of it. He bought what he wanted and only what he wanted and then stopped. We must have done something right.
Today OH has taken little bear to Toys R Us. Little bear is quite subdued at the moment, definitely not his normal self, but they trotted happily off to Toys R Us. They have been gone some time.
Little bear will probably be a lot better with money than I ever will be. He was very clear about exactly how much money he has to spend, and while he is picking out a present for his friend's birthday he was very clear who was paying for it - not him!
He will do alright.
Saturday, 5 January 2013
I am doing it again!
I am doing it again and it is driving me nuts. No-one in this house is feeling well. This is normal in January after a wet autumn. We all have colds, darling father is designed to hibernate so he suffers regardless of germs and it is dark, gloomy and we are on the fag end of Christmas.
Little bear has a cough and a bit of an upset tummy. In fact, he is feeling so under the weather that he can barely be bothered to beg for chocolate. The lad who seems to aim to eat his own bodyweight in sugar seems a bit disinterested in goodies at the moment. He also has a nasty cough. I have been watching this cough creep slowly up over the Christmas holiday and it is edging very near to a doctor's appointment.
This is all normal.
On Monday, the first day back for little bear, I have an appointment at the hospital at 9am for a lung function test.
If we are all feeling fine then that means getting little bear up at seven, getting him fed, watered, washed, dressed and out before 7.45 so that he can go to the before school club so that I can get in to the hospital on time. Normally it takes around thirty minutes to get to the hospital, but at morning rush hour, the first day back at school, I'm allowing a generous hour.
So I am hovering and twitching over little bear to see how well he is. Will he be well enough at 7.45am on Monday? What if he isn't - he has had a few days off last term, and the school has targets to meet. I don't want to send him in poorly, but I don't want to get into trouble. I will have to pay for the school club regardless - I have no chance to get in touch to cancel.
And then while my iffy tummy is calming down, I am starting with a nasty sore throat. Will I be okay taking that into a clinic of potentially poorly people?
So I am fretting and twitching about something I have no control over, that I cannot possibly know and that will only be made worse by worrying.
The current plan is to take little bear in regardless, unless he is actually sick, and have darling father on standby to collect if necessary. I will go in to the test as planned unless I am actually sick as a minor cold is not an emergency. I will get the dratted test done and come home. And I will stop worrying!
Little bear has a cough and a bit of an upset tummy. In fact, he is feeling so under the weather that he can barely be bothered to beg for chocolate. The lad who seems to aim to eat his own bodyweight in sugar seems a bit disinterested in goodies at the moment. He also has a nasty cough. I have been watching this cough creep slowly up over the Christmas holiday and it is edging very near to a doctor's appointment.
This is all normal.
On Monday, the first day back for little bear, I have an appointment at the hospital at 9am for a lung function test.
If we are all feeling fine then that means getting little bear up at seven, getting him fed, watered, washed, dressed and out before 7.45 so that he can go to the before school club so that I can get in to the hospital on time. Normally it takes around thirty minutes to get to the hospital, but at morning rush hour, the first day back at school, I'm allowing a generous hour.
So I am hovering and twitching over little bear to see how well he is. Will he be well enough at 7.45am on Monday? What if he isn't - he has had a few days off last term, and the school has targets to meet. I don't want to send him in poorly, but I don't want to get into trouble. I will have to pay for the school club regardless - I have no chance to get in touch to cancel.
And then while my iffy tummy is calming down, I am starting with a nasty sore throat. Will I be okay taking that into a clinic of potentially poorly people?
So I am fretting and twitching about something I have no control over, that I cannot possibly know and that will only be made worse by worrying.
The current plan is to take little bear in regardless, unless he is actually sick, and have darling father on standby to collect if necessary. I will go in to the test as planned unless I am actually sick as a minor cold is not an emergency. I will get the dratted test done and come home. And I will stop worrying!
Little bear is a dude
Little bear has decided - he loves braces, just like Dr Who. And he has just had a delivery of a pair of braces (ebay is my friend).
He will probably want to wear them with his pyjama trousers.
Also, little bear was building a castle out of the sofa cushions when he found the padded Dalek pyjama case that I had hidden there in a moment of panic and forgotten about. This may be a very useful distraction at bed time.
He will probably want to wear them with his pyjama trousers.
Also, little bear was building a castle out of the sofa cushions when he found the padded Dalek pyjama case that I had hidden there in a moment of panic and forgotten about. This may be a very useful distraction at bed time.
Quack remedy
Little bear was awake for a lot of the night coughing. I went up a few times, but he was not in a humour to be comforted. Then I remembered a quack remedy I had heard in the playground. I rubbed the soles of his feet with vapour rub - my version is a generic rip off of Vicks.
And it really helped!
Little bear as ever did not sleep in but was not as grumpy as he could have been. I shall try it again tonight before he goes to sleep.
And it really helped!
Little bear as ever did not sleep in but was not as grumpy as he could have been. I shall try it again tonight before he goes to sleep.
Great big ginormous huge pandas
Little bear had a thing about pandas when he was little, and he still loves his IKEA pandy, even though it has been superseded by Ratatouille. So both darling father and darling uncle provided him with large pandas. Darling father provided the smaller, more manageable one. It is a mere two and a half feet tall, and an absolute nuisance to lug around, store and generally manage. Darling uncle provided a four foot tall, overweight, cheap furred monster that when we brought it back needed its own seat in the car. It was exactly the same length as little bear's cot. I feel seriously outclassed when I try and manhandle it to get it anywhere.
They have both been left in the junk room, but that situation can't continue as I want to move into there. I was trying to convince little bear that they took too much room and moved them into his large bedroom. This was an error. Little bear loves his pandas, he loves them, he adores them, he needs them in his room and to be specific he needs them in his bed.
I am up in the middle of the night due to an upset stomach and going past little bear's room I crept in and tucked him in as he is never properly under the covers. And there he is, in all his glory, sharing his single bed with an enormous panda and an even bigger one that is still taller than him. There is more panda in the bed than little bear.
It could be worse. Little bear is still sleeping on the very edge of the bed. He does even if it is empty. I regularly creep in, empty the bed of books, shift over stuffed toys and try and coax a sleeping little bear nearer the centre of the bed. It doesn't matter. Little bear always sleeps as if the bed is full. And at the moment, it certainly is.
They have both been left in the junk room, but that situation can't continue as I want to move into there. I was trying to convince little bear that they took too much room and moved them into his large bedroom. This was an error. Little bear loves his pandas, he loves them, he adores them, he needs them in his room and to be specific he needs them in his bed.
I am up in the middle of the night due to an upset stomach and going past little bear's room I crept in and tucked him in as he is never properly under the covers. And there he is, in all his glory, sharing his single bed with an enormous panda and an even bigger one that is still taller than him. There is more panda in the bed than little bear.
It could be worse. Little bear is still sleeping on the very edge of the bed. He does even if it is empty. I regularly creep in, empty the bed of books, shift over stuffed toys and try and coax a sleeping little bear nearer the centre of the bed. It doesn't matter. Little bear always sleeps as if the bed is full. And at the moment, it certainly is.
Friday, 4 January 2013
Seven years to go
Little bear is officially six. However I can see teenage years foreshadowed. I am already on the, 'will you shut the door after you,' and 'will you flush the toilet after you,' and 'will you turn that down.'
I have already had an 'I hate you' from him - but he was feeling very guilty at the time. I said I was fine with that but I still loved him so he didn't get off the hook and still had to take his bag upstairs. He loved me later, anyway, due to the excellence of the beans on toast for tea. I am not terribly worried about it. He seems fine to tell me he is angry with me, fine to give me cuddles, and while he gets upset when I catch him out in trying to bamboozle me, he seems to feel very safe with me. I would rather he was able to shout at me (within reason) than be too scared or insecure to say anything but nice things.
He is also getting keener on brand stuff - or rather stuff logo-ed with his favourite game. He apparently has forgotten about the DS XL thingy he wanted for Christmas, but no doubt will remember when he gets in with his friends and starts comparing loot. He had £10 which he could put towards it or for a surprise toy (or bank it, but I wasn't hopeful on that one, I don't usually give him a choice) and he didn't go for the DS so I think we are off the hook there.
I have had an interesting time with little bear over the last few days - we are both a little poorly, we are tired and fed up and the dregs of Christmas are draining us both - but he has just interrupted me with a lovely cuddle and smile, and I am happy with that!
I have already had an 'I hate you' from him - but he was feeling very guilty at the time. I said I was fine with that but I still loved him so he didn't get off the hook and still had to take his bag upstairs. He loved me later, anyway, due to the excellence of the beans on toast for tea. I am not terribly worried about it. He seems fine to tell me he is angry with me, fine to give me cuddles, and while he gets upset when I catch him out in trying to bamboozle me, he seems to feel very safe with me. I would rather he was able to shout at me (within reason) than be too scared or insecure to say anything but nice things.
He is also getting keener on brand stuff - or rather stuff logo-ed with his favourite game. He apparently has forgotten about the DS XL thingy he wanted for Christmas, but no doubt will remember when he gets in with his friends and starts comparing loot. He had £10 which he could put towards it or for a surprise toy (or bank it, but I wasn't hopeful on that one, I don't usually give him a choice) and he didn't go for the DS so I think we are off the hook there.
I have had an interesting time with little bear over the last few days - we are both a little poorly, we are tired and fed up and the dregs of Christmas are draining us both - but he has just interrupted me with a lovely cuddle and smile, and I am happy with that!
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