Today, I returned to paid work. I don't feel like I've had much of a break. Recaro's bout of sickness was followed by Peaches being sick on Saturday. She woke from her midday nap and vom'd all over her cot. I spent the rest of the afternoon curled up on the sofa with her while she dozed and puked until bedtime.
She's more resilient - and may I say, a better patient - than Recaro. By Sunday morning she was as right as rain again. However my holiday felt even more wiped out after spending Sunday with my... let's say, chatty... mother-in-law at Broadstairs folk week. (Broadstairs folk week will forever be referred to as hell on earth - more morris dancers, ice cream, old people, small children, hot sunshine, thunderstorms, sandy beach, Charles Dickens fancy dressers, than anyone should ever see in their entire life time).
I feel strangely better and more at ease after a few concentrated hours in a quiet office.
Here's the update I'm sure you've ALL been waiting for; potty-training.
Peaches is getting the hang of potty time and has had a few goes at sitting on the child seat on the toilet. In truth, she has done only one actual, factual, unforced, entirely on target, wee in the potty. But hey, she's 22 months old and that on-target-wee was only on day three. Day four and five were shot to pieces by sickness and day trips out.
Despite this, I'm optimistic about the progress Peaches is making with potty training and our enthusiasm for sticking with it. This is mostly because the childminder will be doing clean up duty today, but also I'm tight and don't want to buy any more nappies. Peaches is at her fabulous childminder's house with plenty of spare clothes and knickers. If I don't have to buy any more nappies - for this baby at least - I'll be a very happy mother.
I'll find out later this afternoon whether the childminder, who has far greater experience and wisdom in these matters than I do, thinks I'm being over ambitious. At least I haven't had an email about it yet. That's got to be a good thing, hasn't it?
To help me through this difficult time... Nivea has kindly sent me a pot of anti-wrinkle cream. I'll be testing this pot of Q10 plus moisturiser over the next few weeks to see if it'll knock a few years off and soften my Klingon brow. How did they know? They must read this blog - I don't want to seem ungrateful, but I'm hoping they'll pass the word to Apple, Tiffany and Furla...