Near the end of our first week of daycaring, I am sitting quietly (for a change) and by myself (for a change). Cuppa took Nikki Dee to real daycare, and Zach went down for an early nap, so AC has a few minutes of peace and calm.
It's been a fairly hectic first week on the job. As it was about to begin, I posted that I wasn't feeling well. The worst, however, was yet to come. I spent all day Wednesday with a debilitating headache, the likes of which I have not experienced in my 62 years. Even Oxycodone (or whatever the name) didn't ameliorate it. Eventually, however, I think the Oxy did give me a decent night's sleep, and I have been a lot better ever since: though still not 100%.
The kids haven't been terribly well either, Nikki Dee having her worst day on the same day as my worst day. I wasn't much help to Cuppa then but she prevailed and is now enjoying a day off as a reward for going above and beyond the call of duty. She did come with me this morning to help get Nikki Dee ready for real daycare as it's the kid's Valentines party, and she needed to be dressed to the nines, and that seems to be beyond both Buppa and Daddy who both have troubles dressing her beyond the threes. We dithered about sending her to school today but decided that we might as well as she seems to enjoy it. Meanwhile, the clingy and fussy Zach fell asleep on my lap about an hour before official nap time, giving me this opportunity. Phew!
We are going home pretty well exhausted at night as we try to get used to this new schedule, which among other things involves both earlier mornings and bedtimes. That plus my low general energy level has left me too poopdicated to thinking about posting anything here. While this is nothing more than a review of mundane events (not my preferred style), it's about all that my somewhat depleted reserves can marshall. Perhaps, I should nap while the boy does the same. I don't know how long he'll be down as he keeps coughing and spluttering in there. Poor thing.
Of dear, he seems to have wakened himself.