Unfortunately, Kerry took a turn for the worse last week and was rushed back to Cambridge. She was very poorly at the weekend but has been much brighter since. On a positive note she did not need any further surgery and we are hoping the stay at Cambridge will be a short one. She is incredibly sleepy and has not been very responsive; it is like she was when she woke from the coma. Nevertheless, with the infection under control, hopefully, she can now move forward.
I am sure, like me, you find the 4.30 – 7.00 time in the house as the most chaotic and difficult. Imagine the situation when after a busy weekend at 6.15 on Sunday evening you have a power cut! BB was resting on the sofa with a temperature and started moaning that Jake and the Neverland Pirates had switched off. Chilled Out Boy was on the toilet and just said ‘Oh no!’ You can only guess the mess that met me there. This was on top of the tantrum that Little Madam was throwing because I had dared to put her in pyjamas that were not purple or pink. Now in any normal house you would have a torch ready for such a situation, the only one I could find was Buzz Lightyears! This was not the most powerful and BB was insistent that it was his and he should hold it. Thankfully, Kerry is a fan of candles so this was easy, but I forgot to put into the equation Chilled Out Boy, who thought it was hilarious to blow them out. To make matters worse Kerry’s sister and fiancé were coming for dinner and I then decided that I needed to rescue the Roast Chicken. Suffice to say trying to keep it warm on the gas barbeque was not a good idea. The carnage was complete when Little Madam decided to be sick. Perhaps it is a sign of my priorities that in this frenzy I was able to locate the corkscrew and pour myself a glass of Rioja.
Tantrums seem to be on the rise at the moment. They are obviously very tired in the evening with extended days at school and nursery. BB threw one because he forgot to thank the driver of the car who stopped for him at the zebra crossing and he wailed all the way home from the Post Office. Even Chilled Out Boy joined in, now his was more serious and totally understandable….. I had stupidly opened his yoghurt for him….. You would have thought the world had ended. Poor Little Madam is feeling a little ‘ganged up’ on by the boys and I am pleased that she still insisted on having her pink elephant and Peppa Pig in bed with her….next to the police car and her gun.
One more thing…. I still haven’t bought a torch….must do that today!