You know those days when, try as you might, it just doesn't get better?
I mean for starters: I wrote Saturday's blog on Sunday and I'm starting Sunday's entry on Monday! Before this, I was kneeling in a wet patch on the carpet while putting Ethan to sleep for the second time...
To be fair, Ethan was almost back to normal today (although I did travel with savoury crackers all day, just in case he couldn't keep anything down). My mistake this morning was thinking that he'd accept egg in bread (aka French Toast) as egg on bread (i.e. Ethan's current favourite meal).
Every second thing brought him to tears, until this evening when it literally brought him down to his knees or on to his back, on the floor, in full blown tantrum. Of course, by then I had zoned out the screaming and was just trying to show him that some things keep going even when he's feeling upset - but that just infuriated him more.
Our Sunday tea time treat of box mix chocolate muffins came out of the oven as perfectly polished cardboard cups and I made a mental note to never be too lazy this often!
Jorja spent the late afternoon pretending to write, seal and stamp letters to friends and family across the world - which reminded me that after 34 days, I still hadn't sorted that out in real life... Oh woe is me.
And then dinner - preceded by a(nother) snake catch.
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I'm about ready for the new week to begin now!
I mean for starters: I wrote Saturday's blog on Sunday and I'm starting Sunday's entry on Monday! Before this, I was kneeling in a wet patch on the carpet while putting Ethan to sleep for the second time...
To be fair, Ethan was almost back to normal today (although I did travel with savoury crackers all day, just in case he couldn't keep anything down). My mistake this morning was thinking that he'd accept egg in bread (aka French Toast) as egg on bread (i.e. Ethan's current favourite meal).
Every second thing brought him to tears, until this evening when it literally brought him down to his knees or on to his back, on the floor, in full blown tantrum. Of course, by then I had zoned out the screaming and was just trying to show him that some things keep going even when he's feeling upset - but that just infuriated him more.
Our Sunday tea time treat of box mix chocolate muffins came out of the oven as perfectly polished cardboard cups and I made a mental note to never be too lazy this often!
Jorja spent the late afternoon pretending to write, seal and stamp letters to friends and family across the world - which reminded me that after 34 days, I still hadn't sorted that out in real life... Oh woe is me.
And then dinner - preceded by a(nother) snake catch.
I'm about ready for the new week to begin now!
too/two many snakes! good to see Jorja so comfortable with them though.
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