argh weekend

BBB has arrived and this marks the end of a long weekend of just me, LP and kittykitty. the last time we did this, i thought never to do it again. this weekend i remember why. 

friday night
LP bumped the back of his head on the shower wall. i tossed away the squeegee (his latest shower obsession) in a rare temper hit. 

i get to bed at 1:30am (early saturday) hearing LP making dream noises. 3am i am woken up by his crying. the sad, heartbroken kind. assuming he was hungry and was woken by a bad dream, i pick him up and take him to the kitchen for some milk. milk is rejected. i realize he has a temperature, 39.2. calpol. i sleep uneasy. 

saturday

milk & calpol again at 7am and we went back to sleep to really wake up at 10am. ant attack discovered on his high chair. i had failed to clear it of all cheese from last night's pasta. he is whiney boy, which is rare. we head to ayala after lunch and he has a nice time checking out the grass that is squashy from the afternoon's rain. temperature is on and off. no appetite. 

i turn to grab a bedtime book and he falls off the bed forehead first. you die a little when you hear your child's body go "blag" on a thankfully wooden floor. 

sunday

managed to sleep better but he is awake a 7am. at 6 hours of sleep, my eyes, brain, and throat are gritty. right off breakfast, he falls on his bum and hits the back of his head on the tile floor while negotiating with his push toy. 

after lunch, i discover another ant attack in the area around his daybed/playpen. i decide to escape the house (with him of course!). there is another (milder) ant attack on his pushchair, which had been left outside. 

and this doesn't even mention the need for an extra pair of hands and eyes just to get basic stuff done like the breakfast dishes. and i haven't even been cooking. argh. and did i say i hate ants?