I’ve been caught up over the last week with more details to do with the little house, work, and being a half way decent mother. I’m looking forward to next Tuesday, which is when offers have to be in on the house, since I’ve been waking up at hideous hours of the early morning from dreams where someone else has offered hundreds of thousands more than I can afford. There’s nothing to say it won’t actually happen, but whatever resolution occurs, baby, I’m ready for it.

Poor Miss M had to come home from school yesterday, after throwing up on the way to the library. Normally this wouldn’t be such a drama, but she missed out on the lunchtime disco (after having dressed up as Missy Higgins), and the opportunity to dance with the boy she has a crush on. She’s managed to keep her cool about it though, and is taking solace in the idea there’ll be a next time. Privately, I suspect it’ll be all about a different boy by then.

She spent most of yesterday unable to eat, and quite worryingly hot. She refuses to take any kind of remedy, even when I explain it can help with temperatures or make her feel better. Happily, her trend of recovery on the next morning continued, and I could tell by the first word she said she was okay again. Well, also by the request for sausage following soon after.

Today I’m loving: too many things I have to get rid of!