I HATE HAYFEVER!!!!

Aaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Its driving me mad this year!

I cant remember the last time I actually wore eyemakeup and didnt look like I’d been fighting after five minutes!

I cant breathe through my nose, my eyes sting like hell, I cant wear my contacts because my eyes are too itchy and my glasses are irritating the f$*k out of me because my face itches so much! Ive tried every over the counter hayfever product going and its just not working!

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I thought I was dying….

I have a major phobia about being suck, it was a nightmare when I was pregnant as you ca imagine….

I get hot, sweaty and panic about choking, I burst into tears and tremble even before Im sick! I would actually ratherfeel like complete shite for a week than have an hour of puking.

Luke’s had a stomach bug which seems to be passing round at the minute, so because of sods law, yesterday morning I came down with it!

4am I woke up and starting throwing up, This carried on until about 9am and in the end I had to admit defeat and ring Karl up to come home until Vicky finished at 11 to come and help me with the kids.

I managed to get them downstairs but as soon as I had done I had to run back to the bathroom…..

I swear to god I must have bought up everything Ive eaten for the last week and a half, I seriously thought I was going to die! Im the first to admit, I get frightened when Im being sick, the thought f choking puts the fear of god into me and I turn into a trembling mess!

I spent the whole day in bed only coming down to puke up in the toilet every so often…

Ive not felt that bad for years.

Its obviously the same thing that Lukes had so now everythings bein scrubbed! lol.

Ive used a bottle of bleach in the last day,the whole place stinks of it.

I hate being ill

The Pain Doesnt stop when the baby arrives……

I’ve recently realised that just because your lovely baby arrives and has just either put you through heel during labour or made sure you need months of recovering after a c section the pain doesnt stop.

A couple of weeks ago Jack was having a cuddle on the sofa, turned round and slipped, headbutting me in the process…… half a bottle of foundation, lots of powder and shed loads of concealor later and you couldnt really see the two resulting black eyes!

Tonight we were messing about as I was getting Jack ready for bed, he sat on my knee getting his trousers on and threw himself backwards and yup, you guessed it… Headbutted me again!!!!!

My nose immeadiatly started bleeding, Luke started wailing, Mummy said several hundred “Grown up naughty words” and her nose expolded allover her nose… Now even an hour later its still bleeding occasionally the dull throbbing in my face is getting worse and Its getting more difficult to breathe through my nose! lol.

I’ve had a quick feel along the bridge of my nose and while its not got a bump or lump there its cracking like mad.

I darent look to see if its bruised, the thought of sitting in front of a mirror tomorrow and then having to explain to everyone that my two year old has broken my nose isnt an appealing one lol

I just want a day off!

I am officially having the day from hell. I hate mondays at the best of times but todays been one of those “curl up under the duvet” days.

It started off quite promisingly, I woke up to Jack singing a combination of twinkle twinkle and Happy Birthday (The only two songs he knows I think) and Luke shouting through to him to shut up.

Bought them both downstairs even managing to do so without the usual argument with Jack about coming downstairs and not being able to play in his bedroom all day. Ha I thought, a good day thank god!

It all went downhill rpaidly from the moment I mentioned breakfast.

After asking both of them what they wanted for breakfast and finally deciding (After a discussion about how chocolate isnt for breakfast) ww would have jam on toast.

I made it, got them in thier highchairs and then Jack started whining “My not like jam on toast” “My want cereal” Then it was arguments over what we would watch on tele. Im being a bad mother today as I feel like Ive been hit with a truck and stuck the tv on to keep them quiet. The whining was increasin volume at the same speed that My head was getting worse so I just let him get on with it and left him to eat his toast and whinge to himself. He was just in an awkward mood.

Eventually we ate all our breakfast (Jack forgot about whinging and ended up asking for more) and I tidied up a bit, stuck the hoover round and ran a bath so I could de jam them before Jack went to nursery. By this stage I was feeling seriously crap. My head was banging and i have got sod all energy.

I went upstairs to grab towels and the dog tried to run past me, knocked me into the door handle and I now have a huge cut in the middle of my back that hurts every time I lean on it or catch it!

After soaking the bathroom, tantrums about hair washing and scrubbing teeth and paddys becasue we had to let the water out we got dressed and took Jack to nursery.

He didnt go last week as he was ill so I was expeting him to act up a bit as I left, but he screamed, threw himself on the floor and tried to grab at my legs crying. It was awful!!!!! I felt horrble leaving him, but I know that if I went back he’d have done it every week. Last time he went he cried for about ten minutes then settled.

Luckily when we got in Luke was shattered so we sat and watched a bit of button moon on the tv and choilled out having a cuddle.

Went to pick Jack up who had very quickly forgotten I’d left and was quite happily playing with cars and what have you. When we got there of course luke ran round playing with all the toys and I had to drag both of them out the room and round to the car. To top it all off it was chucking it down so Id got to get them in the car as quickly as possible.

Jack ran straight into the car door as I was trying to get Luke in and as a result has a huge lump/bruise in the middle of his forehead. Fantastic!!!!!!!!!!

Eventually got home and Ive just stuck them in bed for a bit. Im waiting ten minutes to see if Jack settles then going up there myself. I’ve already told Karl Im going to bd when he gets in.

I hate being ill. I have to struggle on instead of just giving in for a day or so and feeling better quicker. Karl cant take time off and theres no-one to look after the kids. I’ve spent the whole day letting them pretty much run riot and I’m ashamed to say I’ve been having daydreams about them having naps all day so I can get some sleep!!!!!!!!!

Giving blood….

well this morning I made a complete prat of myself!

Went to give blood and didnt have any problems until afterwards when I sat down for my sugary drink and biscuits…..

All at once I went all wobbly and thought I was going to pass out. I shouted to one of the nurses who jumped up, grabbed a mat for the floor and lay me down, before I’d had chance to breate I was being cooled down by two fantastic nurses and was covered in alchohol wipes (to cool my skin faster) I took about 10 minutes to get back to something like normal and had to sit there for about another 20 minutes.

The room was sweltering though (Thats my excuse) and I’m suffering from a bit of a cold so its my own fault really.

Thats it, next time I’ll be having an early night the night before, drinking plenty beforehand and not going if I feel ill at all!