Tasmanian Devil xxx

Gosh it’s been a while! A whirlwind in fact. I’ve kept meaning to write, but the pesky pandemic still keeps foiling my plans.

The boys have managed their first ever school half term without being expelled. Quite the contrary in fact, Harry was described as a natural leader with a studious quality and Ollie a sunny disposition and possible architect in the making? I resisted the temptation to check she was actually talking about my children or to inform her how they are at home. She did however recount how other parents use her as a threat “I’ll tell Mrs Backler if you don’t eat your peas!” Surprising really as she’s a walking ray of sunshine.

We filled our half term week with delicious things like seeing friends, countless soft plays, going out on the scooters (the boys are really good! Me not so much, so bad I don’t even own one, so not much chance of improving) steam trains, coffee and cake outings ( no coffee for the boys although you’d think they’re high on something and they are sure to tell everyone they drink it, think it makes them feel all grown up)

Oodles of germ riddled places and needless to say, we got the Covid.

The boys didn’t really fancy going back to school on Tuesday and feigned illnesses. We’d taken a few lateral flow tests during the week with different ailments and because they do funny faces when sticking the wotsit up their noses. What? They do worse to me! Trust me! All negatives. So when Ollie said he had a “headache” I gave him a dose of Calpol and a kiss on the forehead. He was slightly warm to the touch, but only at 37.5 on closer inspection so off we went.

Still the embarrassing call came at just before lunch to say Ollie was “eyey” and just not himself. That’s the problem with having a happy child, it really shows when they’re not. I spoke to my boss (I have been blessed with a super supportive one) finished up my business and made my way over to the school.

I made it in just under 40 minutes from initial contact, but still felt guilty when the head tutor brought them up from the lunch hall. I’d reasoned that I needed to take Harry too or Ollie would be made to line up out the school for collection time. I was told to do a PCR test and decided to take the boys straight to a walk in centre, because I like to treat them.

By now Ollie was really floppy so I felt awful when I dropped his test on the floor and he had to complete another. Harry was just along for the ride.

I got them home and tucked them up under some blankets and in front of a fire and movie. Luckily we always have popcorn on hand, it’s a staple in our house.

I reasoned with the boys and found activities for them to do over the next few days so I could get chunks of work done from home and complete my diary whilst waiting for the PCR test results . I didn’t have to, but having just had a week off I still wanted to contribute to my work team.

You could have knocked me down with a feather when Harry’s test came back positive?! He was the well one!! Ollie’s was negative as expected.

After completing security with each customer I did inform them I was self isolating with 4 year old twins and 2 bouncy dogs and they were all very agreeable. It was stressful to valance and manage, but the Twinkles helped me make it work for a short time and there was only one leak when Ollie interrupted my call to ask me if it was true I was going for a poo later and when I responded that was not the case he ran out of the room laughing and Harry bellowed that he’d told him to do it. There was a proper belly laugh from the customer the other end of the phone and luckily it made their day. I have still taken today off and with isolation ending Sunday will be back to work as normal Monday.

Ooh yes and there was also that time the boys were being REALLY good and quiet and turned out they were drawing on their faces with sharpies! Oh and when Harry stuck googley eyes to his face with really good. Well, it’s still a form of arts and crafts I suppose.

Whilst I feel like I’m travelling from one whirlwind to another with only Lee and my Dad to ground me, I’m still trying to make the most of things in between and create happy memories. After all, happiness is a journey and not a destination.

You can tell I’ve had some sleep!!

Love & hugs, kisses & wishes xxx