10000 Feet Above Sea Level ...

... my stress level today, that is.

There I was at 9.30 am this morning, minding my own business at work, when my phone rings - it was Sean, with the bad news that Ethan had locked them both out of the house. Oh dear. It seems Sean had gone to move some stuff from in front of our side gate (we were supposed to have someone coming to relay the concrete floor up the side of the house), when Ethan followed him out and blithely shut the door behind him.

Luckily for my boys, they were able to go and sit in with next door while they waited for me to come and rescue them. So back I comes, open up the house for them and decide to come in for five minutes before setting back off for work. All of a sudden, World War 3 (a familiar concept to any parent with more than one child) erupts. The safest and easiest course of action was to bung Ethan in the car and take him to work with me.

So. Ethan being Ethan, how much work do you think I got done today? Not a lot, I can tell you. I wouldn't say he was naughty, but he forgets about being quiet (there was a clinic going on in the room opposite my office for most of the day), and as a seven year old, he doesn't really understand the concept that you can't play football in the corridor outside Mummy's office with her big elastic band ball, as this is a Hospital and you just don't do that sort of thing. He was loud, chattering away to anyone and everyone whose paths crossed with him, demanding food every two minutes, and just generally being Ethan. Unfortunately for me, I find that really stressful, especially when I have other things to be doing.

We did go over to the Treatment Centre this morning, as Thorntons from town were there having a little sale before Easter. Ethan coerced me into buying an Easter egg each for him and Sean with their names on it - well, I have to admit I'd sooner buy them a Thorntons egg than a cheapo nasty one. At least with Thorntons you feel like you're getting something better than the normal rubbish, even if you're actually not ...

So another evening without Colin. He's been on call this week and we've hardly seen him. He seems to have been working almost 24 hour stretches - he went to work this morning at 7.30 am, and just sent me a text to say he's on his way to Nottingham, so no doubt we will not see hide nor hair of him until tomrrow.

Laptop battery about to die, more tomorrow hopefully.