I complain about puddles. I get the threat of lakes.
I mention that the girls are now MRSA-free, and now Little Fish's stoma is looking sorer and gooeyer than ever.
I blog about Little Fish's lunchbox; she spends today filing her food not only in that same lunchbox but also on the floor, the piano stool, between the cats' ears.
And the ultimate, I complain about Mog's Mondays, and today spend four solid hours trying to find a reason for her to be crying, trying to find the right comfort for her, the right balance of medication, just trying to help her to feel better. And realise that since posting about her Monday nights it has now been eight nights in a row that she has been more or less fine during the day but absolutely miserable to beyond any possibility of reasoning with her, starting at around 5 and ending long after she has exhausted herself when finally the painkillers and sedatives all kick in together.
I'm scared to think what else I have blogged about that might come back magnified - will the WoofCats turn into lions overnight? Little Fish's babies come to life?
Oh, and whilst we're talking about Little Fish and babies, tips on how to teach appropriate behaviour in school for her? She loves the boys. That's fine, on the whole boys tend to play with her and accept her as a friend whereas girls want to push her around and baby her. What's not fine is that the number of boys she has as kissing friends appears to have increased again and spilled over from church and preschool to nursery. So how do we teach her that being friendly is lovely but kissing isn't really appropriate? Alternatively, how do the rest of you teach me that it's fine for my three year old to be kissing all the boys? If she kissed the girls too I'd be less concerned. I think.