Just Nicky

Day Eleven - Waking up grumpy November 28, 2005

I didn’t think I’d woken up in a bad mood this morning, but when Mark rang from school to apologise for being short with me, I started to wonder whether I had perhaps been a bit brusque myself.

It seems like it just might be one of those sorts of days, since Finn certainly got out of the wrong side of his sleeping bag this morning. We’ve had tears, tantrums, jammed fingers, bumped head, uneaten breakfast and complaints about what’s on the telly and he’s been up for less than an hour. We certainly won’t be venturing far from home today and, if things continue in this vein, I just might pack him off to the doctor tomorrow. Added to the complaints about one of his ears hurting which has stopped him wearing his aids, it makes me wonder if he’s unwell. We’ll just have to see…

So today is going to be quiet one. If we go out shopping it will be to get a kid sized camping chair for Finn and to look at dinnerware for camping and cot-sized doonas. Finn is now extracting himself from his sleeping bag on a regular basis, so he needs something warmer than the cotton blanket we generally toss over the top of him.

I’m going to ring one of my colleagues today to see how he’s going. He’d be applying for the same role I would be and I’m sure he’s not happy about it. I hope he copes OK, he hasn’t being doing particularly well in the last few months with depression and I really hope this doesn’t make things worse for him. I think he’d be best off taking a redundancy and moving up to Albury, where his girlfriend lives, to see how things go with them both in the same city, but I know that idea scares him.