Life. Don't talk to me about life.

It's been a strange week. Poor wee B2 has had an ear infection which hasn't helped his mood or his sleeping. This in turn has tended to set off B1, who has been playing up a bit and wailing loudly to create a perfect storm of atonal shrieking whenever they have both been going at the same time. Stressful.

To top it off, we got broken into a couple of days ago. It was that horrible thing where M arrived home with B2 and went upstairs and was slightly puzzled to hear the front door open and shut. She didn't meet the intruder(s?) but it was evident that they were in the house at the same time as her and the baby, which understandably freaked her out a bit. On the other hand, we are glad that the thief/thieves left when they did - the only important thing they nabbed was the jewellery case and thus the engagement ring. All told, it could have been worse.

On the plus side, I'm flexing tomorrow. As in having a day off, rather than doing myself a potential muscle injury. A restful weekend at Avoca may be the presription.