Sunday, 30 December 2012

Shake rattle and roll

And so the illness continues for us both. In a desperate attempt to have done with it once and for all we're trying everything we can possibly think of. Started off with the usual dosing up on paracetamol and ibuprofen, some "man" medicine for Wavey and some horrible brown stuff for me, but it frankly doesn't seem to be touching the sides of this thing. Yesterday we tried eating a whole box of mint Matchmakers - well they do say to feed a cold...when that didn't work we cracked open the whiskey: single malt for Wavey and some not so good stuff topped up with lemonade for me. Two glasses later and things were starting to look a little rosier though I'm not sure it made any real improvement healthwise. Laying down and cough cough coughing I knew I had a tub of Vicks menthol somewhere. So it was kind of out of date, just put more on though right? A few good rubs later and I had at least stopped coughing. We're bored. We're grumpy. We're even a wee bit miserable now. Does this thing ever go away?!

Friday, 28 December 2012

The house of ill

It started about 2 weeks ago when we looked after three ratbaggy kids who all had snotty noses and cough cough cough coughs. A couple of days after that Wavey started with a cough. This in itself must make this cold virus some kind of kickass muthafooker as the man is never ill. Trust me, if he is ill it literally lasts for about 20 minutes and then he's all ok I'm feeling fine now, let's jump about and be all healthy and well. But not this time. Oh no. By Christmas Eve he was kind of a weird grey colour and I had to pack him off to bed. Of course, selfishly, we all got a bit worried about our Christmas lunch and was it going to happen and would Wavey be okay? The man valiantly soldiered on and despite having a sore throat to make his normal deep voice on the point of gravelly no return, we made it up to my parentals for our Christmas nosh. And delightful it was too. Boxing Day we always had plans to hole up, watch heaps of tv to make our eyes square, and eat chocolate until we were sick, but that wasn't the plan for the rest of our holiday. 

Yesterday I woke up with the most evil cough ever. It goes a bit like this now, me: cough cough cough cough, him: cough cough cough sniffle. It's like some weird echo in the house of ill. Today's high point came when I put on some washing and Wavey attempted to iron about three things and we were both so exhausted and a little bit lightheaded that we had to sit down. What is this evil thing? Were those three little bright eyed rattybags really the carriers of such doom? Was it when I went to the house of bronchitis to visit an ailing friend and brought it back with me? Who can know? What we do know is that we're bored now, pretty fed up and would like to feel better please. 

There is one positive side to all this though. As we're both ill, we both look like shit and can huddle on the sofa feeling sorry for ourselves as well as each other. Happy coughing Christmas. Cheers mystery bug bearer, we're so appreciative you shared! Pass us a tissue someone...

Monday, 24 December 2012

Merry Christmas!

This year is all about the homemade and so I've designed a beautiful message just for you, my blog friends. I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a healthy, happy, and prosperous 2013 xx

Sunday, 23 December 2012

The boy who stopped believing

Yesterday was all about the parties. We went from one straight to another, the final one being an open house at my parentals. My sis was here with my fabby niece and nephew and there were lots of Aunty Dizz moments including some serious dancing to some Christmas choons, a charades game that bordered on the ridiculous (how are we supposed to know someone's teacher / best friend?!), and a quiet chat on the sofa that nearly broke my heart which went something like this:

Me: what have you asked for, for Christmas?

Him: A slap hat (insert: at least I think this is what it's called...) and FIFA 13 and a red and white top to go with my red and white Converse ... (small pause) ... but I know the truth now ...

Me: (trying to keep voice from cracking) Oh ... but it can still be special and magical even when you know the truth ...

Him: (so not believing his Aunty Dizz) maybe ... 

First of all I think it's brilliant that he was able to believe for as long as he did and kudos to my sister for managing that, but big boo to the boys at school who called him a baby and told him the truth. Where's the harm in believing? I'm pretty sure that there's still a little part of me that believes it's true after all...

Friday, 21 December 2012

12 days of Christmas...ok 11 then

1. On the first day of Christmas I have to make amaretti cupcakes and go to two's a hard life
2. On the second day of Christmas I will be mainly sleeping
3. On the third day of Christmas we will be wrapping heaps of presents, playing Christmas songs all day long, and enjoying a merry tipple or two
4. On the fourth day of Christmas we will be eating too much, merrily drinking too much, and seeing if Santa has decided if we've been naughty or nice
5. On the fifth day of Christmas I reckon a bit more sleeping will do the job
6. And more sleeping...
7. And a bit more sleeping...
8. Oh and maybe some more sleeping...
9. By day 9 Tizz is home and Christmas take two can begin!
10. Decorating Christmas cakes (oh it will be mighty fine!), cooking a whale that is supposed to be a salmon, some more merry tipples, lots of laughs with friends and loved ones
11. Definitely some more sleeping to recover from day 10

Sadly it's back to work on day 12 but before that there's a whole 11 days of fun fun fun! Merry merry and a happy holidays to you all.


Sunday, 16 December 2012

Deck the halls

We love Christmas we do!

Sunday, 9 December 2012

If you go into the town today...'ll be in for a big surprise!
 How cool is this?!

Wednesday, 5 December 2012

White stuff

Just a little bit, but I love it so! 


Sunday, 2 December 2012

Jack Frost

Saturday, 1 December 2012

Who ate the baby?

We did!