Day 10 - Downer!

What a downer of a day!

It all started when Sophie fell in school, I have to admit I got all excited when the phone rang  but then I dropped when I saw the school number come up. When they ring that means something has happened! Especially when it's only just after 10:30 in the morning. And sure enough, my little girl tripped over one of the boys' feet (Who is he? Where was he? What was he doing? If he tripped her up on purpose I'm going round to his house..." John broke into a rant when I rang him and would have been half-way down to school if I hadn't assured him I had just come from there). It was an accident, the teacher on duty in the yard assured me. Sophie's head was swollen at the front like half a golf ball and I put ice on it as soon as we got home. I kept her talking for half an hour and she did not seem in any way concussed thank goodness! Halfway through the ice-pack-holding the phone rings again.

Not now, I think, I am a little distracted here, ring me back later about that fabulous job!

But no, wrong again, this time it's Wonderful Rory. Who is not feeling quite so wonderful today.
"I don't know, Amy, had a dodgy curry or something, throwing up all night... I feel awful. 'Course Sharon had that stomach bug during the week, now if I caught that, that would be just dreadful altogether... I'm so sorry Amy..." And he aplogised profusely. And I really do believe him, he told me before that he is glad of even the smallest of jobs these days, people just aren't spending the money at the moment. So I console him and nothing at all's a problem and get better soon Rory, won'tcha.

But deep down I think, crap, that means we have to go another few days without the good shower and have to make do with the small pokey one where I keep bumping my elbows. Ah well, it will have to do. I suppose we are lucky we have 2 bathrooms, Carmel down the road has 3 small kids and they only have one bathroom between them. How do they do it?

Sophie's swelling has gone down and I can count myself lucky I don't have to face a trip to the hospital. We collect Emma and still no call from any of the agencies. I am starting to think that 3 applications are probably not enough, I resolve to send out a few more CVs this evening. I end up cooking dinner and washing the floor in the kitchen (Emma climbed into the fridge looking for the mayonnaise and pulled down a full jar of jam, luckily not on top of herself) and watching Sophie as she watches telly for the afternoon (her swollen head is almost back to normal) and in the end I am so tired that I lie down when the girls go to bed, and John wakes me at midnight, wondering if I am going to sleep in my jeans again...

I hope everyone is better tomorrow. For Sophie's sake. And Rory's. And for the sake of my sanity...