My darling husband, that is. He's gone to Boston for a week to some kind of piss up conference. Would be rapists, burglars, murderers need not come round in his absence but tea makers and rubbish-taker-outers / spider killers are welcome.
As well as the fact that I hate him going away anyway, my general wellbeing is somewhat compromised by the pain in my left shoulder / lung area, so I am not over the moon about him being AWOL. On top of that we've got Sir Screams Alot and Never Sleeps to deal with.
Last night the horror woke at 1am having done a poo and with a very very sore bottom..... and (naturally) Screamed. Alot. I finally got him back off half an hour later only to be woken again at 3am with Yet More Screaming with no obvious reason but which a dose of Tylenol seemed to do the trick for after half an hour or so. Then we all had to get up at the crack of dawn to get ready for both boys swimming lessons, which this week included me going into the pool with H... then get back, get lunch, get him down for a nap and ignore More Screaming (the sleep content of this nap will total a grand 35 mins by the time I have to wake him up again) and go off to take Dylan to a friends birthday party, during which I have to hang around for 2 hours in the park. Then home for no doubt Yet More Screaming and Not Sleeping before I can flop onto the sofa and try to get some rest myself.
Argh.
I do hate it when G goes away! Another 4 days after this one to go.
Posted by katie at June 11, 2006 04:40 PM