Well, what a helluva cupla days!
I was SO busy on Wednesday. Honestly, you swan about for a few days with little or nothing occupying your mind, then the day you have deadlines to meet - WHAMO! - a list of To Dos as long as your arm!
The first thing was to take Himself to work in Aberdeen - 40 miles away. He was going to collect a car after work, taking the train to Glasgow, and this was the best plan for not having too many cars in Aberdeen.
So, dropped the Boy, then hit Aberdeen. Came back, lifted the money from the Building Society for the car, did some paperwork that needed done, then dropped Lala at nursery, and then went to collect the pushbike that Himself had won on eBay. Naturally the second we brought the bike out, the heavens opened, and it poured until a minute or two after I drove away. I was soaked. Got back home, started to unload the bike and it started again. Grr!
Collected the boy from school, then found I had mislaid his admissions papers (which I subsequently discovered I didn't actually need anyway). Had to find them, find some other paperwork, get packed up, get everything into the car, then collect Lala from nusery and head off.
We had to drop the mutt at the kennels and then rush to Aberdeen to give the cash to Himself - about 3 minutes before his train departed.
Rachel decided she didn't particularly care for staying at Daddy's place, and regressed back into nappies, which was a total bugger because I had only packed pants. Fortunately, I had left her changing bag at his once and it was still there, so I ransacked the cupboards and found it.
About 9.30 I was still trying to get totally hyper kids into bed, when Rachel slammed a door with Lala's finger in it, and nearly took the end off her finger. I think the neighbours must've thought I was killing her because she just screamed and screamed. I phoned Himself - he had just arrived in Glasgow at the place he was collecting the car - so I had to trog all three kids to A & E. They x-rayed her finger and thankfully it wasn't broken, but there was some question about whether she would need surgery to relocate the nail into the nailbed. Fortunately they reckon it was just badly cut and when the dressing come off on Tuesday we will know for sure.
Got back from the hospital at the back of one, and the kids were bundled into bed straight away, ready for Anthony's 7.30am wakeup. Himself got back at 2am, but I had put the chain on the door so he woke us all up briefly trying to get in. The kids were too tired to do more than stir, thankfully.
Took the Boy into ARI at 8am. What a cracking hospital! I don't know what the rest of the place is like, but the kids ward is brilliant! They have their own personal entertainment module that is over their bed on a swivel thing. They have telly, games and telephone with their own personal phone number. I shoved a tenner on the phone credit and it meant that I could keep everyone up to date without having to go outside to phone, and everyone could phone and speak to the Boy directly without him having to get out of bed.
They have Playleaders who come to the children's beds and play with them, bringing toys from Mr Potatohead right through to Playstations, Nintendos and so on with travelling tellys. Anthony chose a tray of Harry Potter lego that whiled away a few hours for us. In the middle of the surgical and medical wards they have a great big gated space filled with toys for all ages and he loved it in there. On the morning after his operation, he spent a while playing Slime and Gloop with one of the Playleaders. Better her than me, I can tell you! Yeuch.
His operation went really well. They took out his tonsils and adenoids and they also replaced one of his grommets. The grommet wasn't scheduled, but I told them about the repeated pain and that the GP had said the grommet was out, and they said it was sitting in the ear canal and the eardrum was full of glue, so they drained the eardrum and replaced the grommet. The left one is fine. What a difference in his hearing!
Naturally he is feeling really poorly and he is dosed up to the eyeballs in painkillers, but each day he is feeling a bit better, and it needed done. The surgeon said his tonsils were in a terrible state. Poor kid.
To cheer him up, Himself has trotted down the road in one of the cars we are selling. He will leave the Rover down there to be sold, and come back up in the boys car. He's been desperate to get it back. Here's a pic of it.
) so she prefers the potty just now.
so of course I woke up this morning with a sore back/hip. His bed is just no good for me to sleep on.
That kid needs metal bars to play with, I swear! Himself reckons he can fix it though.
Talk about a sugar rush! I was shaking like I had Parkinsons, my heart was going nineteen-to-the-dozen and my head was freaky. Fortunately it only lasted about 10 minutes, but my fingertips at still tingling. I never eat chocolate as it often gives me a headache, and believe me - if that is how it will affect me in future, I'm not eating it again! You know that feeling when you are slightly sipsy - a bit spaced, not quite focussing? That's how I feel an hour later. Not good. 
) and on the way back I was having this half daydream about a bloke I know when, on the radio, they started talking about what job you would do for one day, no holds barred, no money involved, no qualifications required etc etc. 
