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Except for those few HUGE things.

Firstly a huge thing. Lotus? You all know Lotus right? Sarcastic Mom? She has been nominated as a finalist in the 2008 Bloggies. For best new blog no less!

Do NOT walk, RUN over and vote for her. All you need to vote is a valid email address. Oh and a computer.

Go on, we will wait. I promise.

Okay, you are back? What ‘s that you say? The bloggie page is all wacked up and you can’t read it and the buttons are in the wrong spot? Yeah, it was like that for me too. *sigh*  If you hold your cursor just over the top of the photo a URL will show up on the bottom of your page, where your page load bar thing is (does that make sense?). This should tell you who you are voting for.

To cast your vote with the wacked up, skewey voting bar (which is totally in the WRONG spot on my browser) then click just above your favourite blogs photo. This will put the vote in the right spot. Promise.

Also, if you have a spare email address, go and vote for Alli~Mrs Fussypants in the same category as Lotus. Read her post here. She is lovely and funny and totally deserves your votes as well. Go on, I’m not going anywhere.

Any more questions? Right-o then, moving along.

See my sidebar? On the right hand side of the page? See those pretty buttons? Go and vote for me. The Bloggies failed to recognise my supreme talent as a teen blogger, (heh, ah well. I suppose teen bloggers aren’t really mummy bloggers anyway) so you can console me with a vote for Hottest Mummy Blogger/Best Parenting Blog. If I get more than one vote there I will be happy.

Here is where I have to admit to what a bad person I am. Have you tagged me for a meme lately? Or given me a bloggy award? Please, can you let me know? Pretty please? So I can give you the linky love that you deserve you know.

I am terribly forgetful and I am sure that I have been tagged for more than one meme.

Thankyou. I love you, you know that right? Good.

Now go and vote.

“NO! DON’T PUT YOUR FINGER IN HER CRACK”

~ Said to Amy about a lizard hiding in the crack between the house and the path.

Added 2 seconds later?

“You don’t know what could’ve been in there.”

It doesn’t rain, but it pours.

Thankyou all for the lovely comments on my last post. My boob is hardly sore at all now and I am feeling human again. Wonderful things these antibiotics.

However, this morning I discovered that THING that is the bane of mothers lives everywhere.

That THING that causes blogger mother especially to cringe and count the amount of hours they now won’t have left for blogging.

That THING that makes for a shitload of work and washing, all needing doing before bedtime.

I discovered headlice.

I got one louse out of Amy’s hair and two out of mine. Inspection of Amy’s hair shows no eggs that I can see, and when Nathan looked through my hair, he didn’t find any eggs either. (But then, he didn’t really know what he was looking for).

I have combed my hair, I have conditioner-ed (is that a word? To bad, ’tis now) my hair and combed it through. For AAAAAAAAAAGES and found no more bugs.

Bugs and hair aside, do you have any IDEA the amount of washing you have to do when you strip THREE beds? Yes, three, Amy sleeps in a cot/single bed together remember?

Lots of washing.

Lots and lots of freaking washing. ESPECIALLY when the small one won’t sleep on just a plain sheet. No, she needs a fluffy blanket underneath her sheet and one on topof her sheets, for her cheek to rest in because they are SOFT.

I got 2 machine loads of bedding just out of Amy’s bedroom. Remembering that I have a 7kg washer. *sigh*

A lot of washing.

Thank god I didn’t find more than one louse in Amy’s hair. Can anyone imagine trying to hold down a Toddler so that you can comb their hair out, over and over again?

Not my idea of a fun time.

The only place I can think of, where I may have had some small contact with children, was the Doctors surgery on Sunday. All their chairs are cloth covered so I think I may have picked up a louse there. It is the only thing I can think of, because no one else I have seen recently has headlice.

(Yes I do know this, I have rung everyone)

However the combing will continue until my hair falls out I am satisfied that no nits could POSSIBLY remain.

Even if that means sitting on Amy while I comb her hair twice a day.

**UPDATED: Thankyou so much to Jenty, who has nominated my blog for the bloggers choice awards.

Now I’m going to be a vote whore and ask you to pretty pretty please go and vote for me. Please? With cherries and whipped cream and whatever else floats your boat. Please?

I have been feeling a little fluey and off colour for a few days, but yesterday it hit me like a ton of bricks, along with an excruciatingly sore breast.

My Mum took me to the after hours doctor while Nat looked after Amy and joy of joys, mastitis was diagnosed.

I’m still not feeling 100%, like walking and chasing the toddler isn’t fun or easy, but I am a bit better than yesterday. As long as I don’t have to stand up, or move my right arm.

Or think too hard.

I have antibiotics and Amy is feeding well from the sore side (even though it hurts like a bastard).

So, knowing how sick I am, when Amy was being quite quiet in the kitchen this morning, I was happy. She wasn’t that deathly silence that signifies trouble, just a lovely quietness that was a break from the constant whining we have been having because EGADS! Mummy isn’t playing with me RIGHT NOW!

Eventually she wandered back over to me.

Complete with four lolly snakes in her hand, one in her hair and three stuck to her top.

Hmmmm, she had stretched REEEEEALLY high and managed to get the open packet of snakes out of the cupboard.

Fun!

I had to rescue all the non-chewed snakes and put them back away. So now I have a sticky, sugar hyped, whining Toddler running around.

I want to go back to bed.