Poorly (and the verdict)
Hello strangers! Well I’m finally ‘back in the saddle’ after a week living in the weird, underwater world of the blurry sighted. Let me explain…last week I suddenly couldn’t see properly, and no amount of rubbing my eyes or eye baths could clear my right eye. Apparently, I’d got a corneal abrasion – goodness only knows how as I don’t remember scratching my eye, or even getting anything in it, but I basically lived most of the week seeing only milky nothingness out of that eye. I’ve got some eye drops, but mostly it’s only time that’ll make it heal. It’s definitely on the mend, but it’s still blurry and things like the computer screen and TV are especially difficult to look at, so I’ll keep it brief (well, I’ll try). I felt a bit like the Queen actually, as I was ferried about and looked after rather magnificently well. Sometimes there are perks to being ill.
I just had to update you on the new pocket money regime. Well, dear reader, it’s a miracle. Someone has stolen my lazy and ungrateful children and replaced them with helpful little souls that are tidy and accommodating. So, today being the day of reckoning, we had the family conference where King Dad dished out the verdict. Firstly, they both lost their Friday Euro for an unseemly argument over the toothpaste which descended into some rather artistic name calling. I have to say from my point of view it’s so much easier to just walk in and say ‘right, that’s it, you’ve lost your money today’ – a punishment which leaves them both instantly mortified and eager to make amends.
#1 also lost a Euro for losing his riding helmet at school (therefore not being able to have everything ready for his riding lesson – harsh but necessary I’m afraid – he certainly seemed to find it again pretty quickly). And that was the final score: #1: 5, #2: 6. A right result for them, and I have to say I’ve had a much easier week, not only because they felt they should help because I couldn’t see properly, but also because they knew their end result depended on it. They’ve washed up, taken the dog out, made tea and tidied up, all without being asked, and it’s a much nicer house to live in. Go Dad.
Missed the Blog DREADFULLY! My afternoon coffee break just isn’t the same without spluttering over your shinanigans!
I am delighted to report that we are newly converted to the ‘Hubby Method’ of small boy training and it works! Hurrah!
(hope you’re feeling better!)
Jen xxxxx