Phew. It's been a busy five days. My back is sore. Actually sore is an understatement, it's f*cked. Have a crazy desire to just sit down and finish the Book, but it will have to wait till new year. I AM going to get cracking after that. Desperately need a four-hour body massage while I sleep through it. Need to buy new clothes for Mia, that makes two of us with nothing to wear.
Whole lot of cooking/baking for the week ahead. Somewhat nervous if I'd be able to pull it off as Mia seems to be teething again. She has her front two teeth out but her cheeks are again a brilliant red, she's drooling more and she just had one of the worst crying fits ever. Just like the last time, she doesn't want to eat, wants to be constantly held and cannot sleep since she is hungry. Bonjela teething gel did not work at all and it was only once Partner suggested baby Panadol that the poor bub settled. I want to write but I'm very tired, stressed about the amount of hair I'm losing everyday -- molting worse than Billy -- and my back really, really hurts. When I stop thinking about my back hurting I remember that my right wrist has also now been really, really hurting for the last three months. Happy Monday eh? These are some of the pics of what I've been up to for the last five days...
Soon my hair will look like Mia's; I wouldn't mind her skin though.
She showed her frustration by giving a good hiding to Winnie the Pooh (good Christmas deals at K-Mart people, check it out). I think she meant to tell me she's not scared of taking on anyone bigger than her.
Then over the weekend we couldn't find Billy. Only to later find him in Mia's aunty's room. He said he was looking for the Christmas decorations and wishes everyone a merry Christmas.
I do like cooking. But writing is my first love. After Christmas then, the Book. I've got to finish it.