<sigh>
Resting is very dull. Especially by day 3. By day 3 you’ve run out of puzzles from this weeks papers, decent stuff on iplayer and maxed out the debit card online. Made more dull by the fact that everyone else is delighted I am confined to barracks and thinks this is A Good Thing. Need a wee rest before pushing that baby out.
Harumph.
Just when we were reaching the pinnacle of this weeks PNA (Planned Nesting Activities): a final (ish, no promises) trip to Ikea, I fell off the front doorstep and sprained my ankle (with all the elegance of a baby elephant being harpooned). Cue rest, crutches etc. I explained to Jayber how easy it would be to push me round Ikea in a wheelchair, how we could put Eli on my lap/get caleb to push him/ tie the children to the handlebars, but he was having none of it. Meanie.
I was very obedient and took myself off to bed and plotted my next Ikea opportunity which was to be this very day until I woke up with a tummy bug yesterday.( I might just add that sprained ankle and tummy bug aren’t the best combo). Cue more rest, more reckless online spending and quite a lot of grumpiness, improved only by the highly illegal watching of season 5 of Lost.
In other news, Caleb’s empathy training appears to be paying off – he has been most attentive and lavishing lots of strokes and kisses to his mummy and keeps asking how many days til I get better. Which was all very touching until I said ‘2 days, I think’ to which he replied “and then can we go to ikea?”.
Ah, he is his mother’s son.
