Like Mummy, Like LK…

Last night I headed into London, to go to a Holiday Mega Meetup as part of a Women in Technology Network Thing I’m a member of. It was grand fun. I won LK a rubber duck by dint of wearing my Terribly Tasteful Christmas Sweater (it’s from Boden). I drank two glasses of wine and ate an heroic quantity of festive sushi. We were rubbish at the quiz, and I had #metoo Mansplained to me (which was annoying). I missed the penultimate train home, and managed to leave my hat on the underground. Realising this as I exited the drain, I shot back in to see if the train was still there. It wasn’t – but my hat was sitting on a chair on the platform. HURRAH!

I got home, and heard all about LK’s day. This involved sandpits, rejecting her Christmas Lunch, playing with pompoms and bits of sparkly silver lametta and toddling everywhere. I learned that she, too, had lost her hat on the way home. Fortunately, she managed to drop it out of the buggy (despite being hermetically sealed in the raincover) onto the path and someone very kind had poked it into the chain-link fence which borders the path. I retrieved it, very soggy, on the way to nursery this morning. HURRAH!

Her hat, however, needs washing. Less hurrah. It’s very soggy and muddy. Which is a change from covered in cheese and snot, I suppose.

Seriously. How much snot can one small girl produce? And wipe on everything?


Yesterday I have…

Trimmed LK’s nails with less fuss than cleaning her teeth (result).

Dropped her off at nursery.

Changed her sheets.

Done two loads of laundry and three of drying.

Put things on eBay.

Finally put a “7” on the Guide Flag (this has been a task which was commissioned before LK was born. The rest of the letters were cut out about a year ago, and ironed on in September. The “7” eluded me for some time as I didn’t have a die for it).

Put up decorations. Admittedly, this year they consist of “Every Christmas Craft LK did at nursery” as everything in this advent got thrown off schedule with N having food poisoning for a week.

Washed up. Twice. Including an extremely bacony frying pan. I did not partake of the bacon. I’ve gone off bacon.

Ordered a spare part for the vacuum cleaner.

Taken the recycling out. And the milk bottles.

Gone out for a run. Showered and blow-dried my hair.

Vaguely tidied up.

Mended N’s socks.

Nametaped more clothes for nursery (although I’m not sure why, as she lost her coat one morning and it took two months to get back to us, despite being clearly named).

Eaten a mince pie with Brandy cream.

Put on makeup.

Changed the library books.

Bought some “Baby Sensory” lametta for LK. And some coloured shredded paper. And more pompoms. And worried about all the plastic. She does like a pompom to chuck about the room, though. And to then put back in her jam jar (old Marshmallow Fluff jar. Really nice clear plastic! I am reusing it. Which helps. Note. I eat the marshmallow fluff. Not LK). This will all go in a shoebox to investigate. Hoping to get some pinecones at parkrun tomorrow. And that the tinsel will come down from the loft.

Taken my contact lenses and inhalers in for recycling.

Reused my cup for coffee.

Headed in to London to actually see my friends for the first time in months. It’s not so much that I’ve not been into London. More that the last time I saw any of them was October. Online just isn’t the same. We ate an heroic quantity of festive sushi. And C kindly tried on my sock in progress and declared it potentially too narrow in the leg for its intended recipient. So I have ripped it back and will try again with larger needles.

Loved a very fast asleep LK on my return home.

Pumped (I was home too late to contemplate pumping after the Christmas party. This turned out to be an epic mistake as I had the most uncomfortable night).

Dontcha love a day off?


But of course…

LK was ill on Elf Day so didn’t get to wear her elf costume (and it is too cute: if you’re on my Christmas Card list, you may have received a picture). I’d been ill with an upset tummy the night before (very short lived), she appears to be coming out of the poonamis in the last 24 hours (nursery have very kindly called them ‘teething poos’), but N is currently suffering rather worse than either of us, and has been since Monday. He’s got a tendency to a gyppy tummy ever since he has campylobacter four years ago.

It’s been draining. I’m on call all week, I’m more-or-less solo-parenting, N’s holed up on the sofa looking awful. I’ve had to work every single evening this week culminating in a call at just gone midnight last night because someone had unnecessarily disabled a backup job. It took me two hours to get back to sleep. LK was up at 5:30am.

Hopefully N’s digestion will clear soon. Hopefully I’ll get into London on Wednesday for a day’s volunteering, and an evening at the Women In Technology thing with one of my colleagues. And for dinner with some friends on Friday next week. I’m not holding my breath, mark you. I’ve missed both Christmas events at work this week. Being on call, I can’t go into London – I’m out of signal for too long. I’m supposed to answer and be online within 15 minutes of being called. This makes the nursery run somewhat challenging – I could, I guess, use the running buggy to speed things up, but that involves getting changed into and out of running gear and breast feeding just isn’t very easy when you’re encased in slippery nylon and a running bra. LK is always frantic on her return from nursery, even with emergency cheese being applied en route.

Oh yeah. Vote (we have postal votes. It saves trying to get out to a polling station).