We have not had to go to hospital!
It appears Oscar was reacting to the antibiotic. I spoke at length with the GP on the phone this morning (she was so good) and we’ve started him on one which is gentler on the stomach but bloody hell, that kid has dealt with enough this year.
Felix’s throat swab results are back and yes, it’s official, he has whooping cough.
Felix’s coughing fits last night were not a patch on Monday night’s.
The boys spent today watching The Last Airbender and The Karate Kid – the new one with Will Smith’s son in it, which I actually thoroughly enjoyed and think is so.much.better. than the original.
There was also an attempt at making slime, which resulted in bowls of what look suspiciously like half set green jelly.
Jasper accidentally whacked me across the face with his Poppity – the stinky bunny rabbit he takes everywhere. still. – which gave me a shock and made me cry.
Which made him cry.
But for me, the shock of that thwack kinda opened the floodgates and I just sobbed and sobbed on and off for about two hours.
Then fell asleep for an hour.
Then went and did the grocery shopping.
Then bumped into a mum from school who told me virtually the WHOLE of Years 5 and 6 and been felled with The Cough.
That’s roughly 60 kids.
So thank you school secretary for saying to me yesterday we were the first ones she’s heard of to have it.
Then I came home and cracked the shits about the state of the house – lunch plates still everywhere etc and everyone knew I meant business.
Dinner however was not until 8pm.
Do you know what kids are like when they don’t eat dinner until 8pm?
The bigger boys are now in bed.
The little boys are in the bath blowing bubbles at each other.
It will end in tears shortly no doubt.
So you see, the sun did rise, another day did dawn and we have lived to tell the tale.
Oh dudes, the last week has been kicking my arse from here to kingdom come. Seriously.You’re going to have to excuse me while I just bitch about my kids.
Oscar – the.most.specTACular meltdown today because Grover turned off some basketball game on the xbox and put in a Thomas the Effing Engine DVD instead. It went for over 20 minutes and if you haven’t already seen this YouTube treat then take a peak and you’re getting somewhat close to what Oscar delivered to us today. On a platter. With garnish!
Felix – oscillating between being just lovely and the biggest boil on the butt of humanity. With bad hair.
Jasper – do.not.get.me.started.
Grover – sitting somewhere between the fall guy for Jasper, Jasper’s right hand man and the most fiercely independent two year old to ever walk the planet. Oh, and adorable. But this week has seen the start of me putting him in his room for ‘some quiet time’. Which is funny because when I’m putting him in there the screaming can be heard in space.
Things have been broken, painted, drawn on, WRECKED.
And it’s making me sigh. A LOT.
there’s five eight year old boys in my house.
Along with Oscar and Jasper.
Grover is at my inlaws.
We’ve been to the park with some other friends.
It involved a car trip.
Oh my LORD the noise.
Isn’t it marvellous how boys who don’t really know each other just do the whole, ‘do you wanna play handball/soccer/footy’ and then just do so?
We’re home now.
They’re playing cricket, interspersed with handball, trampolining and some other game that seems to have more rules than actual activity.
One of them is inside playing with Jasper’s Thomas the Effing Engine toy we got him the other day that has a motorised component. He’s very intelligent and talking to me about how freaky it is that these parts work even though they’re not charged by electricity. He’s very intense and while I’ve always felt he was a little ‘weird’ in that creepy kind of way, he has greatly endeared himself to me in the last 10 minutes.
They’re such a nice group of boys.
It’s pizzas, movies and a sleepover tonight.
Breakfast will be strawberries (aren’t they just delicious at the moment) pancakes, bacon and maple syrup.