I’m still reeling from the ridiculous amount of fluid
that exploded out of my son’s body during his cold. How can a child of less
than one year produce so much snot? Bless him, he was a little ball of
miserableness for a while there. One funny moment, though – he sneezed while
breastfeeding and shot a lungful of mucus from his nose onto Philippa’s chest.
I found it hilarious.
Otherwise, our lives have been calmer than they’ve
been for months. We’re all sorted with Christmas stuff. Work is busy but I’m
way ahead with everything I can get way ahead with, so there’s no real
pressure. It’s just day-to-day stuff that will surface, as it always does. I
sometimes put too much strain on myself trying to make Christmas perfect, but
really, who gives a shit? It is was you make it, and if you keep it relaxed,
it’ll be brilliant.
This weekend we’re decorating the house, and we’re
having a REAL TREE.
Yummy, and scrummy.
RC 6-12-19
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