Monday:
The sun is shining. Girls got school places in KL. Hubby really enjoying his trip and very excited about new job. Managing just fine without him.
Life is great!
By Tuesday evening:
Son bites daughter and breaks skin through jeans. Make mistake of telling MIL who calls to speak to her son. She says it's dangerous, possibly poisonous. My Danish isn't great, that's why only possibly poisonous. Definitely dangerous.
Trip to endodondist turned into full-blown root canal. Excruciating pain afterwards and the promise of the same thing all over again in 6 days.
Slightly irritated by Malaysian governments requirement that we all have 6 blank pages and 2 years left on our passports to get visas. That’s three new passports needed – quick! And we need to have all our birth certs and our marriage cert certified by embassies of dispensing countries. That’s five embassies. Yes, I had forgotten about some of the less charming and bureaucratic aspects of living in Asia.
Life is still good as long as I have patience, lots of painkillers, sun, and keep my son and daughter apart.
By Wednesday:
Excruciating pain in tooth has spread to throat. Fever! Have strep for the first time in my life. Have antibiotics at home for tooth use and check that they work on throat. Start them reluctantly. Too sick to go to doctor. Just about manage school run.
May be able to have all documents certified at one embassy so things looking up there. Hubby has bought me the Mad Men 3 DVD.
Friday
Sicker still. Can hardly move. Make morning run just about but not without tears - mine. Haven’t been on Facebook for more than 24 hours. Postpone next root canal. Friends take on kids and feed them delivering them for bedtime. They are angels – friends not kids, certainly not toddler terror who knows I’m vulnerable and is bullying me in response. At least he hasn’t bitten me. Can’t talk or walk. Can’t drink or eat. Third day without red wine or coffee – an enforced detox. May hit husband over the head with Mad Men DVD, if he ever comes home with it.
Antibiotics have worked! Can almost swallow again. Manage to mind my own kids all day without killing them. Shout once, just because I finally can. Start catching up on laundry and vacuuming and try to appreciate the delights of drudgery compared to ill-health – even after toy gets stuck in vacuum cleaner so it no longer works. Hubby is feeling awfully guilty in his five star hotel, with his corporate credit card and several friends who are wining and dining him. He skypes from another friend’s house but has to sign off because they’re going to some social event. It’s tough being the one who’s stranded. Not! He is trying to fly to Madrid next Thursday. It’s better than nothing.
Monday
Return to good health continues although now that I finally look in the mirror, I see how crap I look and that my roots seem to have grown two inches in a week. Ah well, at least I can drink coffee and red wine again, although for some strange reason don't want to. I'm detoxed! Toddler terror has a streaming nose so needs to stay home and make even more waffles from Play Doh, wipe snot on every available surface and accompany me on a much needed trip to the supermarket. I may never finish my novel. Hubby has booked flight from KL to Amsterdam tonight. This may mean KLM is going to start flying passengers in Europe again as test flights have shown no sign of damage. I’ll believe it when I see him and that darn DVD. The sun is still shining. Life is still great. If I could only get toddler terror to nap - and let me do the same...
