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Wednesday, 23 February 2011

Chaos

A gorgeous blue-sky day outdoors in Carmine Superiore. Frost on the ground. By 2pm, the temperature was 20°.

Inside first thing. The washing up is piled high on every surface. The laundry is halted, lying soggy in the basket in mid-process. The sofa has been dismantled to make a sick-bed and the entire cuddly-toy population is scattered underfoot with the sofa cushions. Mama's desk is strewn with homework, half-done colouring pages, accountants' bills, cryptic post-it notes, sick-bed DVDs and half-empty pots of Vicks.

Jakob! Lord of Misrule has found Mama's last remnant of London chic - a scarlet Aran-patterned cashmere sweater - and is gnawing it to bits on the kitchen floor. Mama is already nursing today's dog-bite, and has given up trying to rescue it. Hopefully he'll get bored before destroying it utterly.

Between AJ's night of coughing breathlessness and B's night of sibling jealousy, Mama's night was non-existent. There's not even a fire alight in Mathilda.

Where to start? 

Another cup of tea, methinks.

7 comments:

V. said...

Courage, mon brave!

Sandy said...

Oh, the joys of motherhood, will it ever end ?

Louise | Italy said...

It's actually the first bout of sickness this winter. Last winter we were all continuously sick from October to April. You have to be grateful for small mercies! Washing up done, laundry under control...Time for another cup of tea...

chrysalis said...

Enjoy your PG Tips!

LindyLouMac said...

Tea and a cuddle while you read together maybe. Get well soon vibes coming your way.

Karin said...

Trust all will soon be well again in your home and it will all just be a memory!

ladyfi said...

Oh, this is the worst part of motherhood! Hope you've managed to catch up on some sleep.

Wednesday, 23 February 2011

Chaos

A gorgeous blue-sky day outdoors in Carmine Superiore. Frost on the ground. By 2pm, the temperature was 20°.

Inside first thing. The washing up is piled high on every surface. The laundry is halted, lying soggy in the basket in mid-process. The sofa has been dismantled to make a sick-bed and the entire cuddly-toy population is scattered underfoot with the sofa cushions. Mama's desk is strewn with homework, half-done colouring pages, accountants' bills, cryptic post-it notes, sick-bed DVDs and half-empty pots of Vicks.

Jakob! Lord of Misrule has found Mama's last remnant of London chic - a scarlet Aran-patterned cashmere sweater - and is gnawing it to bits on the kitchen floor. Mama is already nursing today's dog-bite, and has given up trying to rescue it. Hopefully he'll get bored before destroying it utterly.

Between AJ's night of coughing breathlessness and B's night of sibling jealousy, Mama's night was non-existent. There's not even a fire alight in Mathilda.

Where to start? 

Another cup of tea, methinks.

7 comments:

V. said...

Courage, mon brave!

Sandy said...

Oh, the joys of motherhood, will it ever end ?

Louise | Italy said...

It's actually the first bout of sickness this winter. Last winter we were all continuously sick from October to April. You have to be grateful for small mercies! Washing up done, laundry under control...Time for another cup of tea...

chrysalis said...

Enjoy your PG Tips!

LindyLouMac said...

Tea and a cuddle while you read together maybe. Get well soon vibes coming your way.

Karin said...

Trust all will soon be well again in your home and it will all just be a memory!

ladyfi said...

Oh, this is the worst part of motherhood! Hope you've managed to catch up on some sleep.