We’ve got the Pox. Not the small ones or the plague (although it feels like it) but the chicken variety. Why ever did they call it chicken pox? One second, I’m going to have to Google that! Nope, it seems Google isn’t sure either and if Google doesn’t know then I’m definitely not asking Alexa, we’re barely on speaking terms after she made me hard boil my soft boiled eggs, another lunchtime disaster!
I was actually relieved! Not about the eggs, about the pox! The boys have been right little sh1ts over the last few weeks, Ollie an emotional drama Queen and Harry an angry wretch, so phewee it was just down to the unfriendly bacteria and I should soon have my little angels back, I use the term “angels” loosely!
Luckily I am able to work from home when needs must. Lee is not which he smugly pointed out to me yesterday! I will however have to embed some house rules. Last time Harry couldn’t fathom I was on a phone call with someone the other end of my laptop and even though cautioned I was speaking to someone proceeded to ask me if I could wipe his bum when I’d finished as he’d just had a sticky poo! Fortunately this was met with guffaws of laughter.
It’s like a Katy Perry song! One minute we’re up then we’re down, we’re in then we’re out!
Dad collapsed last week and ended up in hospital, don’t worry folks, he’s on the mend now, but it’s like the Twinkles decided because of that they would push out some spots! Not getting enough attention?! Lee considered not telling me about whatever his ailment was last night when I shot him a look to say don’t even go there! I even flea treated the dogs so they’d have something to moan about and whilst I’m at I’m also covered in itchy spots which Lee has told me are not Shingles as he’s now a doctor because he consulted the oracle that is Google!
Goodness that feels better, and breathe!
So let’s end on some funnies from the boys. I’m just going to chuck them in there rather than trying to right prose because I’ve been up since 4am.
Harry asked why Dad hadn’t been over, I explained he’d had an evening to do with history (this was the truth, the emergency happened the next day, I do not think the two were related if you are wondering) so Harry asked me what is history. Tough one. I explained it is a real life story that happened in the past. To this he responded, oh so he was watching Disney Plus?
When I told Ollie I’d spoken to my manager about them having the pox and had been told I could work from home he asked me to call her back and also tell her about his foot which is a little sore. He then sat next to me and after some considerable thought said whilst actually stroking his little chin,
“ working from home? Hm, Mum, maybe you could count to 120, because they did that in number blocks and it was really hard, definitely working, I tried to copy it in school but stopped at 106 because that’s how many golden rings I collected when I was playing Sonic. Mum do you know where my Lego man with the star on his head is and please can I have broken poppadoms in my lunchbox”
This is a real life conversation with a five year old, nearly six I hasten to add and I love it.
Right, I’d best go, I’ve got one itching upstairs and one scratching downstairs and I’ve still got to get the children up. That was a joke! I need coffee!
Love and hugs, kisses and wishes xxx
A cheeky little Twinkle update xxx 