Friday, 3 February 2012
The frost is back
The park is no longer muddy - it crackles and crunches underfoot on our way to and from school. I had to take my gloves off yesterday to answer a text message; it was only a short message but by the time I was back in my gloves, my fingers were aching with cold.
(I've even resorted to wearing my ridiculous microwaveable slipper-boots!)
My nine year old has been off school all week with tonsilitis. He's been wrapped up in bed with hot-water bottles and fleecy blankets to keep out the cold while he drinks glass after glass of iced water.
He's missing at least a week of every term with painful tonsils now. Sooner or later I suspect he'll have to have them removed. I had my tonsils taken out when I was his age and it made a huge difference. I wasn't in pain any more, I could sleep properly at night, and I could go to school every day like all the other children. I thought it was amazing!
Trouble is...he's my little boy...and the thought of someone in surgical gloves going into his throat with a scalpel has been keeping me awake for the last few nights. In relation to my own child, I no longer think it's amazing - I think it's horrifying!
Bringing up children is so very different in practice to theory Every Single Day!
Word count has finally creaked up to 45,000 - how very underwhelming...