A hell of a weekend. Last Tuesday night my son Joe (3) woke up at 11pm with breathing difficulties. Thinking ti might an asthma attack brought on by the high temperature (it has been really warm here this last week or so) we took no chances and called an ambulance. It turned out to be a virus causing croup - an inflamed larynx causing the difficulty in breathing. By 2.30 am we were home and all was well-ish. Since then Joe's behavious has been dreadful. Totally non-compliant and rebellious. We think it might be down to the sucrose in the medicine he's been taking, causing him to be hyper, so hopefully as he no longer needs the medication, things will improve. But he has driven me to distraction over the weekend. And just he has recovered from the croup, his sister Rosa (6 months old) looks like she's got it, leading to more sleepless nights. The joys of parenthood,eh.
It's now Monday afternoon, and I've been able to escape to the office for some much needed rest.
Monday, July 18, 2005
Thursday, July 14, 2005
2 minutes silence
I missed the 2 minute silence that was observed today by many across the UK and further afield. I'm unhappy with myself about missing this (I was involved in a discussion and simply lost track of the time), and once agian I am surprised by my strength of feeling over this whole tragic affair.
Friday, July 08, 2005
London Bombings
Just had to post a comment on yesterday's bombings in London as it has affected me more than I would have expected. Listening to the news reports last evening as I drove home I was fighting back tears so that I could see to drive. Not being prone to such emotional responses I was surprised by it, and still am. The attack is shocking, and has struck me more powerfully than other recent incidents, such as the Madrid train bombings, I guess because it is closer to home (a work colleague went through King's Cross station probably less than an hour before the thing started).
Perhaps it's something about having kids?
On which note, Joe is three years old today (which is a far cheerier thing to think about), and was up at 6.30 am to kick the day off in style.
Perhaps it's something about having kids?
On which note, Joe is three years old today (which is a far cheerier thing to think about), and was up at 6.30 am to kick the day off in style.
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