Sneaky and Creaky

I suppose it’s time for my traditional, monthly, middle-of-the-month “Oh, my God! Why is Time passing so quickly? How are we halfway through the month already? Woe is me! I’ll be dead soon! etc etc blah blah blah” blog, but I don’t feel like doing that today.

Philippa pulled a crafty move earlier this evening in the old ‘Will We/Won’t We; Should We/Shouldn’t We Have Another Child’ game. She was playing on the floor with Mathew and getting him to say “Yes!” to various questions and kept praising and applauding him when he did it. Then after asking things like “Do we like Lego?” – “Yes!” – and “Is Mathew lovely?” – “Yes!” – she threw in “Would Mathew like a little brother or sister to play with?” to which he obviously and automatically said “Yes!” promptly receiving wild hugs and applause from his sneaky bitch of a mother.  I kept my eyes firmly rooted to the television and refused to react or engage.

My shoulder has started making unusual noises. I think it might be an effect of hoisting Mathew up onto it quite frequently and carrying him around like I’m Quasimodo and he’s my hump. I’ve been doing it for months now, but he’s getting heavier every day so I think it may be starting to affect my body, my balance and my posture. I would call the doctor, but I suspect I’ll just be told to take ibuprofen and ice it. I also think they’ll ask me what I’ve done to upset it and once I tell them they’ll say “Stop doing that.” So I’ll save them the trouble, and save myself the phone call, and just prescribe myself rest and painkillers. Or alcohol, whichever I get to first.

RC 16-5-21