One of these days I’m going to have to write a book of all the really stupid things I’ve done to myself  (yes I know, it’s going to several volumes thick{or is that long?}) I’m rather hoping by writing them all down - my kids won’t follow in my footsteps.

It went something like this - had a truly awful night Tuesday night, hardly slept a wink - felt bloated, nauseous and rather out of it. Managed to bash my right wing mirror on the gate leaving for work in the morning. (Wouter was really good about it - didn’t yell or anything). Half way through the morning my colleague offers me her anti-nausea pills - says they work like a bomb.  Gratefully I accepted them (key point here) and asked innocently - “do they make you feel drowsy?”.  She assured me they (again key point here) didn’t, and then blithely added “if they do make you feel tired you can always hide away in a corner and sleep”.

Half an hour later I start to feel a bit odd, 45 minutes later I’m feeling distinctly odd, an hour later I go a horrible shade of pale, get cold sweats and can’t stand up for fear of passing out. I suggest to my colleague that perhaps the tablets are making me feel like this, she assures me it can’t possibly be.

Two hours later - still feeling like I’m on the edge of death’s door I ask to see the little slip of info that came with the tablets.

Doseage: Adults… 1 tablet

I must say it is the first time I’ve ever had someone try and get rid of me at work.

As an aside - I always figured they put those side effects on to scare people - wouldn’t appear so - ‘cos I got every single one of them! Had to get Wouter to come pick me up and drive me home.

Suffice to say I wasn’t at work yesterday - effects of the pills wore off but I’m still feeling grotty *sigh*.

And before you say it!!!!!  I know how fundamentally stupid I was, won’t happen again… well at least not in that way *sigh*.

I guess I got a little too used to short working weeks, ‘cos these past two weeks have seemed to really drag, doesn’t help that I’ve picked up Wouter’s cold either. Feel like I’m sleep walking most of the time - then again 3am frollicks by the delinquent two (and no I’m not referring to the kids) is adding to the feeling of somnabulism. One of these days they’re both going to find themselves on the street corner with a tag around their necks saying…. ‘owner will pay to have us relocated’.

And who’d have guessed that PT could be so rough? Tamsyn came home on Tuesday with the nastiest bruise I’ve seen for a long time….on her nether regions. Now before the paranoid leap to the conclusion that some dastardly event had taken place - let me try and describe it for you - using her words.

We were playing a game of war - where the boys were one country and the girls another - each team has a flag which they keep in their pocket and it is up to the teams to try and get the other sides flag. As I’m not allowed to do any physical running (*) I was at the one end when this boy came running towards me with the flag. I grabbed his shoulders and made a grab for the flag. He wouldn’t let go, I wouldn’t let go… he pushed me away.. I still wouldn’t let go… he then kneed me really really hard.

Voila one decidedly sore girl - and one decidedly ‘needs a good talking to’ boy.

Must say though - have to give Tamsyn 10/10 for tenacity

(*) she’s on foot rest till we collect her sports innersoles to help with her collapsed arches.