Friday, January 27, 2006

The week that went...

Well, due to a combination of PMT, catching some sort of D&V tummy bug and my dear sweet angel daughter (NOT!) deciding to wake me up every night at three am to tell me she`s lost her toy unicorn/needs the loo/has been to the loo/needs her bed made/she had a dream she can`t remember..............I have been part of the ranks of the not totally lucid this week and not getting a lot of blogging done either. I know I`ve been doing things because the piles of random objects on my floors have rearranged themselves, there is food in the fridge and knitting has been knitted, but for the life of me I can`t recall doing these things. (No, it can`t have been Hubby doing them...he doesn`t knit.)

It`s amazing what sleep deprivation can do to the finely-tuned human mind...or my mind, for that matter. Or is it the perimenopause? I wish we still had our old GP (family doctor)...she was a bit older than me, pragmatic, sympathetic and you could tell her any old dross that was bothering you and she`d come up with three practical and sensible solutions that worked. Selfishly, she retired, so though my current GP is a really nice, sensible pragmatic person who I`m quite happy to see about lots of things, he`s a man and younger than me, so it`s not quite the same going in for a good moan and complaining session. I may have to go in and see him if this tiredness drags on much more though...one minor infection after another and constant weariness is a total PIB. Especially with two lively kids to keep an eye on. Roll on summer and the great outdoors!

Normal blogging will be resumed as soon as possible, with pictures...if I can find the camera. Under one of the newly rearranged piles of whatever, I think?

2 comments:

vi said...

darlink.....
I spend my days in more fog then san fransico ever could imagine

vi

Zippianna said...

Val, you've brought back some memories of raising a little girl, our first, who never slept through a single night til she was five. I awoke one morning after her fifth birthday and said to myself, " My God, has L died?!!"

Bless you, for this will pass. Your daughter's nervous system will fully develop and she will rest quietly and probably sleep better than any of her other siblings.