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Home sick again...
Nov. 21st, 2005 10:17 amSo I'm not in work today. My stomach's really unsettled, and I feel a little woozy with it, so I called in. They won't be happy with it, since I've already had 'too many' sick days this year. But I guess it's better I be off ill now than in December.
It's been a mad weekend really. Friday was 'Children In Need', which is a televised fund-raiser. People get sponsored to do stuff during the day to raise money; Rowan's nursery held a 'come in wearing your pajamas' day, whereas my office had a uniform-day. I couldn't find any of my old uniforms so I borrowed one of Mam's shirts for the supermarket. Mam was gonna take Rowan into nursery in the car so he wouldn't get cold, but the battery died on her so they ended up taking the bus in the end.
I wasn't the only one in the ASDA uniform, as one of the girls from the complaints department wore one too. There was also a buffet, which was quite nice for a change, one of the guys agreed to shave his head if he raised enough (and he was reluctant since he was actually trying to grow an afro for some reason...).
A couple of the people on the floor above offered to cut hair and give manicures/pedicures. I signed up for the haircut, cause I hate the way my hair looks. My nails aren't in any fit state for a manicure, strange though that sounds, as they're very soft. They break easily, so some of them are right down to the quick. Others are all bent from my constant tapping on the keys. It's really odd to look at. And of course I wasn't letting anyone near my feet..*shudder*
Had a rehearsal for the Christmas choir that afternoon too - we were trying to figure out how best to sing 'Merry Xmas (War Is Over)', as there's a lot of key-changes that can throw you off. We're also trying to get Justin to let us do 'Fairytale of New York', but he's fighting us on it *chuckles* I wonder why....
Saturday we went to see my aunt in Brecon, and then headed over to Porthcawl for a birthday party. My brother-in-law's neice turned two, and they were having a party at the Caravan Park. It was kinda wierd, as the last time I was there was for my honeymoon - we only lasted two days 'cause it was absolutely freezing in the caravan and Rowan (who was only four months old at the time) was getting blue fingers in the night.
Normally Rowan loves the jungle gyms, but this time out he wasn't in the mood. I think he wasn't feeling all that well himself. So I ended up crawling around in there with him, to a limited extent - which is something I'm really not supposed to do, even if I am a short-arse. The upside of the evening was that I got to spend some one-on-one time with my neice Jessica. Rowan and I took her for a walk around the games arcade (she's toddling along if you hold her right hand, now) and I carried her on my hip for part of the time now. She's so tiny for one year old - though Rowan's always been tall for his age. Normally Jess doesn't want to leave her mother, but she's obviously benefiting from spending time in nursery - we must have been gone for at least half an hour and she never murmered.
We didn't get home till nine, so I put Rowan straight to bed. He didn't argue either, which shows how tired he was.
Yesterday was frustrating, as there was loads I needed to do, but didn't. The only thing I actually managed to do was vacuum the living room - but I had to, 'cause Rowan had decided to try and make some breakfast and got cornflakes everywhere. He's started trying to be somewhat independant, so if I'm still in bed he'll pour himself some cereal. Doesn't bother with the milk though. I really didn't feel like doing much else, so the place is still a mess....
Ah well. I think I need to throw out the stew my mother sent me home with last night. I had to boil it myself, but I forgot to add the stock once it was done. Assuming I boiled it long enough - I don't know. And now the smell isn't helping my stomach much....
And I've run out of new Sports Night fics to read *pout*
It's been a mad weekend really. Friday was 'Children In Need', which is a televised fund-raiser. People get sponsored to do stuff during the day to raise money; Rowan's nursery held a 'come in wearing your pajamas' day, whereas my office had a uniform-day. I couldn't find any of my old uniforms so I borrowed one of Mam's shirts for the supermarket. Mam was gonna take Rowan into nursery in the car so he wouldn't get cold, but the battery died on her so they ended up taking the bus in the end.
I wasn't the only one in the ASDA uniform, as one of the girls from the complaints department wore one too. There was also a buffet, which was quite nice for a change, one of the guys agreed to shave his head if he raised enough (and he was reluctant since he was actually trying to grow an afro for some reason...).
A couple of the people on the floor above offered to cut hair and give manicures/pedicures. I signed up for the haircut, cause I hate the way my hair looks. My nails aren't in any fit state for a manicure, strange though that sounds, as they're very soft. They break easily, so some of them are right down to the quick. Others are all bent from my constant tapping on the keys. It's really odd to look at. And of course I wasn't letting anyone near my feet..*shudder*
Had a rehearsal for the Christmas choir that afternoon too - we were trying to figure out how best to sing 'Merry Xmas (War Is Over)', as there's a lot of key-changes that can throw you off. We're also trying to get Justin to let us do 'Fairytale of New York', but he's fighting us on it *chuckles* I wonder why....
Saturday we went to see my aunt in Brecon, and then headed over to Porthcawl for a birthday party. My brother-in-law's neice turned two, and they were having a party at the Caravan Park. It was kinda wierd, as the last time I was there was for my honeymoon - we only lasted two days 'cause it was absolutely freezing in the caravan and Rowan (who was only four months old at the time) was getting blue fingers in the night.
Normally Rowan loves the jungle gyms, but this time out he wasn't in the mood. I think he wasn't feeling all that well himself. So I ended up crawling around in there with him, to a limited extent - which is something I'm really not supposed to do, even if I am a short-arse. The upside of the evening was that I got to spend some one-on-one time with my neice Jessica. Rowan and I took her for a walk around the games arcade (she's toddling along if you hold her right hand, now) and I carried her on my hip for part of the time now. She's so tiny for one year old - though Rowan's always been tall for his age. Normally Jess doesn't want to leave her mother, but she's obviously benefiting from spending time in nursery - we must have been gone for at least half an hour and she never murmered.
We didn't get home till nine, so I put Rowan straight to bed. He didn't argue either, which shows how tired he was.
Yesterday was frustrating, as there was loads I needed to do, but didn't. The only thing I actually managed to do was vacuum the living room - but I had to, 'cause Rowan had decided to try and make some breakfast and got cornflakes everywhere. He's started trying to be somewhat independant, so if I'm still in bed he'll pour himself some cereal. Doesn't bother with the milk though. I really didn't feel like doing much else, so the place is still a mess....
Ah well. I think I need to throw out the stew my mother sent me home with last night. I had to boil it myself, but I forgot to add the stock once it was done. Assuming I boiled it long enough - I don't know. And now the smell isn't helping my stomach much....
And I've run out of new Sports Night fics to read *pout*
