I am having an off week. Everything seems like a gargantuan chore. I have no energy or enthusiasm for much. I have been wracking my brains thinking of something to blog about, but inspiration has fled. I am finding it very difficult to get up in the morning.
I hate you, PND. I hate how thick my head feels, and I hate how emo this post is. Fuck you, chemical imbalance.
Pass me the damn Sertraline.
Ruby is having an off week. I’ve kept her off preschool because she is having huge problems with her hearing at the moment and it makes her sad. Yesterday, we watched Tangled in the morning, and my sweet little girl kept asking me to turn the volume up. And for once, it wasn’t to drown out my questionable singing.
When you ask her a question, her standard reply is “Pardon?”
Her grommet/adenoidectomy surgery can’t come round quickly enough. I’ve been gently trying to talk to her about it. How we’ll take her, and her jimjams, and her toy lamb into hospital, and she’ll have a bed for the day, and a nice Doctor will put some magic cream on her hand and she’ll have a little sleep.
Ruby and I are both apprehensive about it.
Elliot is having an off week. His sixth tooth is making an appearance. There is a lot of dribble. There is a lot of whinging. A lot of food has been thrown over the side of the highchair, and a lot of teethers/fingers/fists/cot bars have been gnawed on. The happy little chap in the photo is not an accurate representation of his mood this week.
He is also learning to walk. A few days ago he took a few steps, fell on his bum, and refuses to try again. He is frustrated that he can’t run about like the rest of us.
I think Ross is having an off week too. He wanted to paint his new office, but to be frank, we simply do not have the money to spend on paint. So it will have to wait.
My husband does not like to wait. And he certainly doesn’t like to be told that he needs to wait.
So, I am pleased that tomorrow is Friday. Here is to a better one next week.
