Tuesday, 15th August 2000
I’ve been on Holiday, for a week, since Saturday! The childminder’s have 2 weeks holiday, I’m looking after you on the first week and then Linda will look after you on the second (R. can’t have any time off at the moment). So I’m not really resting, looking after you is more tiring than working! You also refuse to sleep in the afternoon and today I had to be very firm with you, still it took an hour to get you down.
Lots has happened since last May (time is just flying now). I got through my trial period at work (3 months) with flying colours. I am now doing proper work and have a deadline at the end of August, which I am not sure I will meet… I have been doing 12 hour days, though, so there’s not much else I can do. This month I got my first bonus, I saved some money (we want to buy a house) and then bought a camcorder, at last! It was only £300.00, instead of £400.00. I spent so much money this month, I bought clothes for myself, it was R.’s birthday (he’s 29, and so was I).
At the end of July you had diarrhoea for over a week, it was so scary. Apart from that you were well, the tests came back negative and it stopped eventually. Probably a stomach bug. It started the day after you went to the wildlife park with Tracy and Gill, and even though they said they didn’t give you anything unusual to eat, I think they did… Whatever it was it was very nasty on your tummy.
For the last 4 nights you have been waking up at around 23:30, coughing a lot (a dry cough) and it sounds like croup. I don’t even bother phoning the doctor because they are rubbish. If it is croup there is nothing to be done, so there is no point ringing them anyway.
You are now repeating pretty much everything we say. Only when you say sock, it comes out as ‘cock’. And everything you find in one person, like eyes, nose, trousers, you then apply it to everyone else you know, for example, you say: “mama’s eyes, dada’s eyes, nana’s eyes, ben’s eyes”. Ben is Tracy’s 5 year-old son. The other day R. was putting your socks on you and you said “Baba’s cock” and then pointing to R.’s socks : “Dada’s cock”. It was so funny! Today, upstairs, to avoid having to lay down, you were picking up everything on the floor and naming them. You picked my sock and guess what you said!
We are going to the Millennium Dome next Sunday (R., my mum, Ray’s mum and you), to throw some money away.
Work makes a big song and dance about giving us Health Insurance, but what a big load of bollocks it is. We’re not covered for dental care or eyesight tests (I just found out because I wanted to have my eyes tested), so I had to ask what the hell are we covered for, and it’s just for stuff that you’d get for free on the NHS anyway! Like specialist hospital treatment, what a load of crap! That reminds me, I have to stop swearing around you, you were saying ‘shit’ yesterday… What a bad mother I am.