We had stayed up until midnight finishing wine, blogging and Craig playing Angry Birds.
What a mistake. Freya was interspersing coughing with crying by the time we were headed for bed. I checked her temperature and it was 38.5, so we gave her Calpol and then headed off to bed. She didn't settle. I ended up getting her a drink, reading her 'Burgular Bill' and sleeping on a mat next to her bed.
At 2am I was awoken by loud crying not coming from Freya's cot and I couldn't quite understand it. The fog then cleared and I realised that it was Edie. Craig was already in the nursery changing her nappy but she was inconsolable because she couldn't breathe through her nose. I breastfed her to try and settle her down which did the trick. Luckily, Freya stayed asleep for the rest of the night. Edie woke again for another feed at half five. By the time Freya woke up roaring at half past seven, I don't think I even knew what my own name was.
I decided that I would take them out for a morning walk in the 'behemoth' and they could both have a kip, Mooms could stretch her legs and I could loose some pounds. Halfway down the road I realised that this was a miserable idea with Freya crying and softly repeating "Freya go home" just like Judy Garland in the Wizard of Oz "There's no place like home". Oh well, least Mooms had a poo.
Needless to say the rest of the day was a bit joyless. I canceled my glass of wine plans with Emily and promptly fell off the diet wagon- eating some fairy cakes, biscuits and chewy sweets. Not my proudest moment, especially because I have lost half a stone already. Tomorrow is another day, I will get back on the horse. When I told Craig about my food indiscretion he was unsympathetic. I guess he doesn't understand the comfort eating phenomenon, he is overweight because he gets real joy from Kettle chips, pizza and beer - simple, not an emotional crutch in sight. He has done really well so far too. He has a tremendous amount of will power when he finally commits to diet.
We are following the Slimming World diet plan which is fabulous if you are prepared for lots of extra cooking and therefore washing up etc. Unlimited potatoes, pasta, fruit, rice and mullerlight make it easy to stick to. We usually have enough 'syns' for a glass of wine at the end of the day- bob's your uncle. I heard about it from Jane, a woman at work. We lost about 6 stone between us before going to America in 2005, it's lush to look at holiday photos and not think arggh.
Luckily Craig came home from work to make the evening routine a bit easier but I think nursery tomorrow is out of the question. After the girls settled down, Craig disappeared off for online D and D and I wasted the evening looking at vintage toys on eBay. Remember this...
I could have shopped for Freya's birthday for hours but needed to reign things in a bit otherwise she'll have one of everything by the time she is five and I needed to go to bed.