..poor little T (1 1/2 y) has chicken pox and is really miserable. Unfortunately, S and I are pretty miserable too as both girls had fluey bugs last week which meant we both missed some time off work to look after them. Chicken pox means at least 1 week off nursery and the 'caring yummy mummy, Florence Nightingale, my kids come first' side of me sees this as an essential part of parenting, the 'would quite like not to get the reputation for never being in the office and getting sacked plus I need my space' side sees this as a total nightmare. The quarantine thing is a nuisance as pound to a penny she will be feeling absolutely fine within another day or two but we'll have to keep her at home nonetheless. A (3 1/2 y) was desperately trying to convince that she was also ill and needed to stay off nursery: she got short shrift on this and was packed off promptly. Having already hammed it up on Thu and missed a day yet appeared in rude health all day, we weren't falling for her Camille act once more. The real problem is that I only work 3 days / week so, having missed Tue and Thu last week, I haven't effectively been in the office for a week.
My mother-in-law has irritated the pants off me and S by claiming to have a 'really busy week' and unable to look after T even for just one day: her 'really busy week' consisted of her cleaner and window-cleaner coming!! We only ask them (my in-laws, not the cleaners) a few times a year to help us out but more often than not she has some fabulous excuse. However, the minute she needs something, we are expected to drop everything and rush over there. To pile ossa upon pella, she then often moans and tells us: 'I haven't seen the girls for 3 weeks'! Arrgghh!!
Anyway, the good news is that S's birthday cum house-warming cum Burns' Night party went off really well. He took the kids off for the day whilst I cheffed up a Middle Eastern Feast for 40 people, courtesy of Nigella's new book. I hit a 'God, I hate parties, I hate cooking, I hate all our friends, I hate S for having a birthday, I hate Burns for having a Night' moment about 2pm but then felt much better after making a list of everything I had to finish off: once a project manager, always a project manager! The spread included Green Fatoush, Stuffed Potato Patties, Yoghurt, Aubergine and Mint Dip, Red Kidney Bean Dip, Pomegranate and Cucumber Salade and Spiced Meatballs on Couscous with Sticky Semolina Cake plus Chocolate Brazil Slice with Java Spices for puds. Everyone was very complimentary about the food, although a suspicious amount of the dips were left over at the end yet the 3/4 of the Victoria sponge A and I had made the day before as S's birthday cake disappeared! Maybe Radlett just isn't ready for this level of sophistication yet!!?
The house keeps filling up with various workmen and I feel obliged to keep making cups of tea with about 18 sugars in each one. Being as we are having the conservatory, ensuite bathroom and downstairs cloakroom redone over the next couple of weeks, I'm going to just leave all the stuff out on a tray and ask them to help themselves as 0ne sick child is enough extra nurturing for me already. I had the rather bizarre experience of seeing S's face plastered all over the side of the conservatory fitter's van: he did their ad campaign and starred in it himself. Being as he is playing a dodgy windows' salesman, it isn't exactly flattering but it made me laugh this morning, despite my general grumpiness at the ongoing sick-child saga.
Having caught sight of myself in the mirrored wardrobe doors today, I'm desperately trying to get hold of my dance teacher to find out when the classes start up again - I've only got a month to get into my formal dress for the ball!