Wagging Work

It is Monday morning, a work day and I am NOT going to work.  Why?  Because I haven’t had enough sleep again, because I have worked far too many unpaid days in the last month, because I need a mental health day, because I think it is going to be a long week and I am falling behind already.  Maybe I am not going in to work because I am hot and bothered or perhaps that should be because I am hot and I can’t be bothered.  Whatever the reason excuse I am not going to my place of paid employment.  Of course not going to work doesn’t stop the phone ringing about work-related issues, with the first call coming in just before 8.30!  My phone is now on silent and I am trying to ignore it.

Now just because I am not at a place of paid employment doesn’t mean that I will be a lady of leisure, the to-do list is long and ever-so-exciting.  It includes such fun items as more laundry than the usual thanks to both kids having nose bleeds during the night.  I need to organise dinner for tonight, for tomorrow night (when I go from work to school pick-up, back to work then off to cub scouts with boy-child before getting home at 7 for 5 seconds peace before doing the scout pick-up), Wednesday night and while I am at it I may as well organise something for Thursday night during the mad rush between dance lessons and netball.  In order to actually organise dinner I first have to go and get food.  Despite the fact that the kids will happily eat beans on toast every day, I won’t!  We are out of fresh fruit after the rabid hordes ate 2kg of bananas amongst other fruit over the weekend (oh those rabid hordes – my kids alone).  So that is about all for the essentials, the rest can wait if I don’t go insane in the mean time.

The stuff that would be nice to have done would include getting rid of all the ’stuff’ that hasn’t been put away over the weekend, cleaning up every one else’s mess in the bathroom, sweeping and mopping the floors downstairs and my favourite – vacuuming.  I really should dust because girl-child has hay fever and looks like miserable.  Perhaps the dusting should get moved up to the first list.

So what to do with my day off work?  It should be an action packed, fun-filled day.  I can’t wait, I want to crawl back in to bed and actually get some sleep!  Maybe if I can get everything done this morning I can reward myself with a nanna-nap, hopefully that will be a motivator.  Gotta go, things to do…

Normalish?

Well I am finally heading towards normal.  It is Sunday afternoon and all is quiet and dare I say ‘drama free’ in the house.  Girl-child and a friend are upstairs destroying playing quietly in her bedroom.  Boy-child is outside playing wii with our latest family addition (the new student arrived safely this morning), man-child has wandered over to a friends for a drop of red and I am sitting down to enjoy a drop of red also, relaxing to some great music, smelling the wonderful aromas of dinner gently simmering on the stove.  Mmmm, red chicken curry.

Today has also included a flying trip to Ikea to get a desk and chair.  In the 90 minute round trip I managed to get the items I required, plus a laptop bag, 1 1/2 dozen glasses, a desk lamp, power boards, napkins for tomorrows picnic in the park if the rain holds off, as well as stopping by the florist for some much needed fresh flowers to brighten up the place.

Oh and speaking of tomorrows events, I have made Honey Joys to be taken into girl-child’s class to be shared by all (hooray for simple sweet food that meets the class allergy criteria list), and because they were so easy to make I made a second batch to be eaten in the park.  When that was done, girl-child and her friend and I made an ice cream cake for her party.  OK, so we didn’t actually make an icecream cake, we partially melted some ice cream, added choc ripple biscuit chunks and chocolate toffee pieces, poured it in to moulds to re-freeze ready for the party!  Now all that is left to do is chop up some fresh fruit and vegetables and the party food is covered.  As for activities I think I will take a pile of dress ups to the park and they can all run around as fairies, princesses, mermaids or puppy dogs and make their own fun.

The easy part is done, trying to get 8 hours of work done in 5 hours or less tomorrow will be much more interesting but it will be done.  Fingers crossed I will get a better sleep tonight and not one that is filled with dreams/nightmares of me being injured.  I dreamt the same dream over and over all night – Some incident would occur (the incident would change with each variation of the dream) where the outcome was me being taken to the hospital for xrays of a broken ankle.  Of course knowing that I didn’t have the time or energy to be injured I had the hospital staff put a cast on my ankle that was black.  I then put a heel on it so I could pretend it was a boot and I was able to go about my life and work unhindered.  Naturally my walk was very suspect and ungainly looking so people were always questioning me about my strange footwear.  I must have been holding my foot as if it was in a cast all night long because today my calf muscle is as fatigued as if I had run a marathon in ill-fitting shoes!

Hopefully sleep tonight, aided by a drink or three will be more relaxing and sleep like, ready for a day of celebrating girl-child’s 6th birthday.

Edited to add:  OK, so I am clearly not back to normal yet.  I decided that I should post a link to the Honey Joy recipe as I had touted it as being so simple and delicious for the kids.  Doing this I noticed that right at the top of the recipe it says Preheat oven to 150°C. Oops I forgot that part, I haven’t cooked them yet!  How awesome am I?  A simple 7 line recipe and I forget the first and last of them.  I had better go do that now before I forget again.

Frazzled

Well I am happy to say (no that doesn’t sound right, what about able?) able to say (no that just sounds rude), I know, I am exhausted to say that man-child is home from the hospital after having is elbow relocated, a break secured with a plate and screws and ligaments reattached with an anchor.

So how have I been filling in my time these past few days?  It is all a sleep deprived haze really.  I was on the phone to mum when a call came through from my brother in-law.  Now lovely guy that he is, we really don’t have much in common so we generally don’t call each other just for the hell of it.  When I saw it was him I know that something had to be wrong.  I delayed the inevitable by remaining on my phonecall to mum until another call came through, this time from man-child’s phone telling me that an ambulance was on the way because his elbow didn’t look very elbow like.

Of course me being the charming loving person that I am immediately asked for a photo!

A Lumpy Bumpy Busted Elbow

Now the larger of the 2 bumpy bits is actually the bone from his lower arm that had completely dislocated and yes that is a bag of peas (and a bag of dim sims too) that the sports centre provided for man-child’s comfort!

Man-child excelled himself by getting the ambulance and emergency team to take more photos!

Waiting for an Xray

So all of this took place around 8 in the evening.  I was up until 3am on Wednesday night/Thursday morning waiting to see what was the damage was and if the bones could be relocated successfully.  Luckily it was but they thought they would have to remove bone fragments in surgery the following day.

After barely any sleep I was up explaining to the kids where dad was and that they couldn’t visit him until after surgery.  Trying to get them ready for work, pack stuff to take to the hospital and get ready to do the work thing.  I barely worked half a day before heading in to the hospital to visit, just before surgery commenced giving me just enough time to fly home to get the kids from school to get them to their dance class.  I was planning on visiting after the class but surgery hadn’t finished so we missed out.  Instead it was home to get the kids settled and in to bed before heading off to play netball.  On a side note, I have never been so fearful of injury in my life, I/we couldn’t cope with both of us out of action!

Friday, after a restless sleep for all, the kids were desperate to go visit but we weren’t allowed in before 10am and that was going to be logistically impossible.  Instead the kids went to school and I went to work.  The surgeon had been to visit man-child and he was going to go home after an xray and a final dose of antibiotics.  This news arrived at 8am, we arrived at 1 thinking we could kill time waiting for the meds at 2.30 and all leave together.  It was going to be perfect, I could settle man-child in to a comfy spot on the couch, make a quick pasta for everyone and head off to work again at 4.  That was the plan, of course that isn’t what happened.  We sat around until 3.45 and then the kids and I headed home.  I had to drop the kids with neighbours and head back to work without preparing dinner.  Luckily they were happy to feed an extended family again!

By the time I arrived home from work at 8.30 everyone was exhausted and snipey towards each other.  We walked home and all went to bed almost straight away.  I was looking forward to reclaiming some sleep, of course sharing the bed with someone in pain and a geriatric cat, my sleep was less than sound and a 6am wake up was less than user friendly.

Now I hear everyone say why not just have a jammie day, nap on and off and relax all day long?  Why I wanted to do that but there was too much to do.  We have an exchange student arriving in the morning who will be staying with us for 15 weeks so I had to re-arrange closets and re-organise rooms.  (Completely random but girl-child has so many clothes that I gave away a huge garbage bag full of clothes that still fit her and it didn’t make a dent in the closet squishyness.)  We need to pick up a few things from Ikea to make a desk and get a desk chair before he arrives also.

Now all of this shouldn’t be too much to deal with but I also have to prepare for girl-child’s birthday in 2 more sleeps.  She is having cake in the park with friends after school, assuming of course that I find time to make a cake.  There is also the request that she take non-egg product treats to share with her class on Monday so they can all sing happy birthday to her!  Presents to be wrapped, cards to be found purchased or made, and some activities planned to be played.

These are things that I could be doing now, along with cleaning the catastrophe that is my study but I just don’t have the energy.  I don’t ever remember feeling this exhausted, even when I was sleep deprived with a toddler and brand new baby.  I am struggling to get things done, remain remotely calm and tolerant.  In fact I have been a total bitch all day and I just don’t have the energy to fix it.  I am exhausted, in need of fresh air and exercise but don’t have the time or energy.  My energy levels are so depleted that I am eating all the wrong foods – peanut butter and grilled cheese on toast for lunch; less than ideal for a gluten and lactose intolerance, the foods that give me the quick fix but knock me about even more.  Then I follow it with chocolate and coke.  I know that if I can make myself eat better I will have more energy to survive but the spiral is set to downward and I can’t find the switch to change directions.  I have no idea when I will get a chance to breathe properly again but at this rate it won’t be any time soon.  Lots of long days, extra workload at work and at home and much less time to relax here and enjoy the world of blog and I miss it already.  Did I mention that boy-child went to bed extra early with stomach cramps?  Surely the universe isn’t nasty enough to send gastro back in our direction.  Fingers crossed.

Change of Plans

Well this is what we had planned for the day.

A slow morning bumming around the house, cleaning up the remnants of the puking gastro infestation that has finally left our happy home.  that would include finishing off the rest of the laundry and getting all the sheets and towels dried and put away.  I need to rebuild the beds and put girl-child’s mattress back on top bunk.   We should also trying to eat something at some stage too.

Today is girl-child’s best-not-school-friends birthday and party.  Despite her being sick yesterday, her friend still wants her to come over today, however I am waiting for final confirmation from her parents.  I feel apprehensive sending her to a party after being so unwell but she has been puke free for 24 hours, for longer than she was actually unwell, and besides this bug seems to be everywhere at the moment and not just here.  So assuming she goes to the party, we will drop her at the party and I have to drop in to work for a while.  I love that despite being on holidays, I still need to get work ’stuff’ done, at work!  If the work thing gets done quickly enough I hope to make a quick stop at a craft/fabric store to collect a few more supplies to finish the costume I am making for a friend before heading back to the party.

The plan was to head from the party to mum and dad’s house for a few days of R&R.  I wasn’t looking forward to a 3 hour drive but figured it would be worth it for the recovery time and sunshine when I am there.  3 days in the country with yummy home cooked meals and someone else to entertain the kids was going to be perfect to recharge the batteries.  That isn’t going to happen now and to say that I am bitterly disappointed would be an understatement.

Latest Tally

Skip this post if you don’t want to hear more ranting from a sleep deprived janitor.

Well it is almost 2am, 4 hours after I had decided that I really should go to bed and I still haven’t had any sleep.  Here are the latest stats…

• boy-child is only just ahead of girl-child 8 vomits to 6
• washing load #3 is in and I think there is enough to make a 4th
• girl-child is in her 3rd pair of pyjamas for the night
• boy-child has now moved on from just throwing up to feeling dizzy and making frequent bathroom trips

In relation to said frequent bathroom trips, how do you teach a boy-child that it is better (for me at least) to sit down and pee, especially in the wee hours of the morning.  I was wiping vomit from girl-child’s face when he made his latest bathroom wanderings and from the sound of it, he missed.  It isn’t as if I have anything to do other than clean up bodily fluids, that is one fluid that I shouldn’t have to clean up!

Oh and my up-chuck reflex is still going strong, bile has its own vile nausea inducing aroma.  It really doesn’t matter how often I wash/spray/hide behind a mask the smell is lingering.

Feeling Great and Looking Hot?

So late on a Sunday evening, at the end of a quiet day but of a busy weekend the list of things to do consists of

1. Going to bed to get some much needed sleep
2. Working on a costume for a friend to wear to a party next weekend
3. Contemplate organising my study to assist with number 2
4. Kill a few brain cells watching drivel on TV

I was quite happy with a list of options that was achievable should I choose any option.  Of course just when you think you are on top of things, the universe decides to kick you fair and square in the arse and adds options number 5 and 6 that end up with this being me.

Masking the Funky Smells

The beautiful facial apparel I am sporting is courtesy of an aroma that makes me want to puke – literally.  You see option 5 is comforting not only one child but two children as they vomit everywhere.  That then leads to option 6 which is wash bedding.  I mustn’t forget scrape puke from carpeting, bathe children again, wash puke from the hair of said children.

I really should have known that puke-fest 09 was on its way, I mean half the neighbourhood has been afflicted in the past week, I just assumed that we have served our time in the land of ill and that sickness would by-pass our happy home this week.  As a result I really took no notice of the warning signs.

The first warning sign was that boy-child didn’t finish his dinner.  From a boy who eats twice what I eat for every meal that should have been warning enough.  I just assumed that since he had been at a friends house all afternoon he must have eaten snacks at his house and had no appetite.  The second warning I failed to heed was not long after tucking the kids in to bed.  Boy-child requested panadol to make him feel better.  I figured that he had been running wild all afternoon his arm must be hurting but he informed me it was his tummy.  He even went on to tell me that it was a 9 on the ‘hospital scale of how bad things hurt, with a really unhappy face above it’.  Now I am guessing that a good parent would think uh-oh, this could get ugly.  Me?  I just thought he was being melodramatic because he had no-one to talk to as girl-child had fallen asleep.  How wrong could I be?  No more than 25 minutes after this dialogue, my studious arse-sitting on the couch was interrupted by the sound of puking.

Thankfully man-child was first on the scene and handled the changing of the sheets and the throw the kid into the bath to de-puke.  I had the joyful job of scraping the mess from the carpet, along with half a deck of Uno cards and some origami like creations.  Neither job was pleasant and the smells emanating from both induced a reflex sympathetic vomit action hence the dolls towel tied around my head that has been sprinkled with lavender oil.

Barely had we settled boy-child into a clean bed than girl-child got in on the action.  She sleeps on top bunk so it could have been really ugly.  Fortunately she didn’t have time to move so both she and her bed were covered but the floor and the walls have had a reprieve.  In the stripping and remaking of her bed we (man-child) dragged her mattress to the floor.  There is now rubber backed sheeting along side boy-child’s bed, between him and girl-child and more sheeting on the other side of girl-child.  They both have puke buckets by their pillows and a spare between them.

Man-child was complaining that he was feeling a little funky so I have sent him back to bed with a bucket also.  I am planning on spending another night sleeping on the couch in the study, to be able to better respond to further puke issues.  Now I am waiting for the washing machine to finish so I can put on another load of vomit coated laundry!

Despite the face mask, the odours prevail.  Generous burst of various odour eating, anti bacterial, save the world from an apocalypse type household sprays still can’t defeat the smells.  I think I am in for a long night.  At last count girl-child was up to 3 vomits and boy-child has a new personal best of 7!

Edited to add – make that 3 for girl-child.  Fast running out of sheets and towels.

Catch Up Time

Many times over the past few days I have thought of awesomely interesting blog posts, well at least one interesting blog post but I have been too busy, lazy or distracted to actually blog.  Then as I have the memory capacity of a door knob I promptly forgot what I was planning on blogging.  That brings me to now with too much I want to say or comment upon, yet without the intellect to actually do so coherently so instead I go for the cop-out bullet post.  Here we go again…

• I made cookies yesterday but couldn’t be bothered hanging around the house for them to all cook.  I cooked one batch and put the rest of the dough in the fridge so I could have fresh cookies next weekend for Lil Sis’s baby shower.  The logic was sound but have I ever mentioned how much I LOVE cookie dough?  I have been snacking on it all evening.  I even made them gluten free so I don’t have any unexpected cramps from eating too much!
• Just when you start to feel really good about an achievement, you read an unexpected status update that hits you for a six.  I am feeling good about being able to run for 5km in a decent enough time without feeling like I am going to die, then read that a friend who is not in the least way athletic (not actually saying that I am) updates her status saying that she only had time to run 9+km today before she had to pick up her kids.  I mean I am awesomely happy for her but damn why can’t I run that far, or why can’t I find/make the time to even try to run further?  How do I find extra hours in the day to try?
• In other running related news, my ankle still hurts, in fact it is more of a cankle than an ankle.  Although it is swollen it isn’t bruised at all so there is no point in taking photos of it to try an elicit sympathy.  In fact it is quite bizarre in that it doesn’t hurt when I run or walk but it aches when I sit or stand.  Go figure?
• It took all day yesterday to clean up the bomb site that the monsters kids have been calling their bedroom.  That said, all the things I couldn’t find a house for in their room is now in tubs and boxes in the study just waiting for me to sort through.  Somehow doing a bullet post cop out blog is more exciting than sorting through the rest of the mess.
• The above said mess is so great that I am forced to sit on the floor beside the couch as there is no room on the couch.  I really should be sorting it out…
• We have ordered yet another bookcase for downstairs, just another storage facility to hide crap so hopefully I don’t have to spend as much time sorting, culling and reorganising.
• The more I sit in this room the more I realise there is a faint underlying urine odour.  The stupid geriatric cat has peed behind the tv cabinet again.  I tried to kill the smell yesterday and succeeded in melting away the top layers of my fingernails with hydrogen peroxide.  Not so clever but it did remove much of the smell.
• And speaking of geriatric cats – I was all set for a long luxurious sleep in yesterday, both kids were away and man-child had gone downstairs to waste time and money playing poker online.  There was no reason at all to get up until she puked on the bedroom floor.  It was by far the worst smelling cat puke ever and woke me from my slumber in the most disturbing fashion.
• We had to cancel a picnic meeting with friends yesterday afternoon as girl-child had a low grade fever and was complaining of a major headache, nothing major probably as a result of staying up late.  I desperately wanted to go to the picnic but it wouldn’t have been fair to share whatever was ailing her with other friends, especially as they have just returned from the Philippines where they adopted the most adorable boy ever.
• As for fever, the beautiful Bianca spent her last day of chemo in hospital instead of celebrating.  The good news is she is home now and looking as gorgeous as ever, drop by her blog to see just how amazing she and her family truly are!
• In other news, elements of work were shown in a doco on TV last night so I spent the better part of today explaining my role to the well-intentioned people wanting to know how they could be a part.  It wasn’t exactly how I had planned to spend the day and not entirely productive.
• The work day improved and ended with a fantastic discussion with a group of teens about their cyber footprint and how they live in an online world.

So there it is, how I have spent the last few days.   I have been busy in other areas that are not so ‘exciting’, in fact they were downright draining but they are other people’s stories so I will leave it there.  My dilemma now, clean up the mess, watch tv or read blogs?  Perhaps I should try multi task and do an ordinary job of all three!

Awesomely Awesomeness

It has been a while since I have loitered in these parts and normally the reason for my hibernation is that I feel like the whole world is going to implode, either that or my head is going to explode and I feel like crap and am sick of complaining all the time.  Well today things are different.  I have been away because I have been busy, insanely busy, but I am happy.

It is the middle of the afternoon on Father’s Day.  The house is momentarily quiet, boy-child has wandered over to a friend’s house to watch a movie and man-child has taken girl-child to visit a friend during half time of the football.  Of course all that peace and quiet will shatter in minutes when man-child returns to watch the rest of the football.  The awesomely awesomeness of the week may will change depending on the score of the football.  Currently his team, Collingwood is 10 points down but by the sounds of the sporadic cheering and shouting it sounds like it is a great match.  Of course that is half time down according to the TV and delayed telecast when in actual fact his team is currently 4 goals behind (24 point) at three quarter time.  I am making the most of my good mood by posting now rather than this evening when I am listening to his melancholy mopy moodiness.

So I hear you say, what has made me be in such a good mood?  Surely it can’t be work?  Well as strange as it sounds, I have been working insane hours and haven’t even had time to follow blogs.  Instead of working my typical 6 hour days and then going home to the kids I have had a few 12 hour days.  Sure they aren’t typical days, they have included dinner functions.

One of the dinner functions I was fortunate enough to be invited to a Ramadan celebration.  Now I am not a religious person at all, in fact I am quite oblivious to religion and what it involves but I do appreciate the sense of community and belonging that it can foster.  I admit that I was apprehensive before going to the dinner, so apprehensive in fact that I drove 30 minutes in the opposite direction to be able to travel to the dinner with colleagues!  I needn’t have worried, the other dinner guests (there were a few hundred more of them) were all wonderful and welcoming.  There were many different presentations throughout the night, as well as time for the practicing Muslims in the group to pray at the appropriate times.  I have to say that not only was the food amazing, but the evening was educational too.  I managed to learn more about the Muslim religion and culture in one evening than I have learnt in many years.  I was also pleasantly surprised that instead of being annoyed at my ignorance, the people I was sharing a table with were happy to explain elements of their belief to me and even to point out similarities between the religions of Islam and Christianity.  I had a thoroughly enjoyable evening and it has left me wanting to learn more about religions and the communities that they foster as a result.

The second after hours work function was at an award ceremony, celebrating volunteers within the community.  My boss had encouraged me to nominate a volunteer that I have worked with this past year.  Another cross-sectorial colleague nominated the wife of the person I nominated.  Together we were very apprehensive, the nominees are selfless volunteers within the community and feel that they have already been recognised for all of their tireless work through the smiles and thanks of the people whom they constantly assist, that they really didn’t want or need to be recognised publicly.  That said, together they did win an award celebrating their excellent work within the community.  In their thank you speech, they were very humble and grateful for the award and recognition but again emphasised that they has already been recognised for their work by their friends in need.  It amazed me at just how selfless a family can be, I wish there were more families like theirs in fact I wish I wish I could be more like them.  Hopefully some of their beauty can rub off on me and I will also become a better person.

Speaking about families, have I mentioned that my family is ace?  Yesterday was a nothing day.  I say a nothing day because we had nothing planned but much to do.  Nothing exciting, grocery shopping and shoe shopping that involved a detour to a local park, watching the kids (all three of them) running wild and burning off excess energy and for me a chance to lie in the sunshine again.  It was relaxing and enjoyable, surprisingly it was even productive.

That brings me to today, Father’s Day.  It has become a tradition of sorts to catch up with friends for brunch.  We used to spend many a day together relaxing at the beach, playing in parks or exploring museums but with moves to different suburbs, additional children and now kids at school every day, the time to catch up is few and far between.  We made the effort today, well actually they made the effort to come over and eat at one of our local cafes.  Again the food was delicious, the company was great and the following walk along the river was enjoyable.  The kids spent the afternoon splashing about in the hot tub until the football began.

Man-child is the only one of us interested in the teams playing today. Actually he is the only one interested in the footy so everyone else drifted away, younger kids to have a sleep and older kids to play with other friends.  Me, I get an hour or two to catch up, get dinner ready and just enjoy the afternoon.

The football is about to end (in real life) and the scores aren’t in man-child’s favour.  We have friends coming over for an impromptu dinner so the mopiness will be improved by the great company.  It should be the perfect way to finish a great week.

In other news of awesomely awesomeness, friends have just travelled to the Philippines to complete their family.  After many many years of waiting their family of three is now a family of four as they brought home a beautiful little 2 year old boy to share their hearts, their home and their lives.  I am so happy for them that each time I think of them or see photos of them I am so overcome by happiness and love that my eyes well up and my chest feels like it is going to explode, I am over the moon happy for them.

Monday Madness

As the madness of the week is about to begin but my mess is brightened up by lovely flowers, quince paste and lemons.

Now if only I could find a vase!

Thanks Lou, Ellen and Marg

Waiting

Skip right on by if you don’t what to hear me moan and groan.

Knowing that this week my foreseeable future is going to be insanely busy I decided to be proactive last night.  I cooked three separate meals, last nights, tonights and even tomorrow nights so that at least we would have something decent to eat in the after school/after school activities madness.  If all goes to plan I will pick the kids up from school and rush to either work, sport or other after school activity almost every day.  We generally won’t be back until 5.30pm and by that stage the kids are likely to have joined me in the tired and grumpy camp.  At least now we will have dinner almost ready.  Continuing in my proactivity I even went to bed relatively early thinking that I would also be well rested as well as prepared.

It was a good thought and a great plan however the planets were poorly aligned and it just didn’t quite work out that way.  First there were the child wakings.  Although I didn’t have to deal with them, the stomping up and down the stairs at 3am were enough to wake the dead.  Finally the stomping stopped and the house resumed its silence but the cat was awake.  Of course 3am is the perfect time for a cat to have a wash, on the pillow beside my head.  She was swiftly relocated but soon came back seeking warmth and comfort.  Eventually she climbed under the doona so I couldn’t hear her purr or wash.  At around 3.30am I turned Dr Horrible back on knowing that I would be asleep within 3 tracks, not because I don’t like Dr Horrible but because I can lay with my eyes shut and still see what is happening as I listen.  In fact I have seen it so often that I could probably recite it unprompted!

I barely remembered listening to the intro music and I was out cold.  Unfortunately before I knew it I was awake again.  There was no light in the room so it was clearly too early to contemplate waking.  Time for more Dr Horrible and it was only 4.12am.  Again the music worked.

Then I was awoken by someone who need not remain nameless as he was the only other person in the room.  He was totally asleep and extremely gropey and bloody annoying.  A few kicks and he rolled over but I was awake – AGAIN.  Time for Dr Horrible again.  This time the magic was losing its amazing sleep inducing power and I actually watched Episode 1 and started Episode 2 before falling asleep again at some time around 5.  

The cat was removed some time between then and the alarm sounding.  Needless to say when the alarm did sound I was in no mood to get up or even be civil.  I am glad that I didn’t plan of doing day 2 of the couch to 5K this morning.  Instead I hang out washing, put another load in to wash, made lunches and prepared the after school snack bag.  Now I am waiting.  Waiting for the kids to wake.  Wondering if I should wake them.  It is 8.22am and there is no noise from them save the odd cough.  I think I will cook some toast for them and then go wake them, peel their jammies from them and try and dress them before rushing out the door.  I am expecting tears, lots of tears.  Wish me luck!