Merry Hell

Don't be fooled by this picture. Squidge has been very out of sorts today. It has been an absolute ordeal from start to finish.

From camping in the middle of the road and refusing to get in the car up to my sister Laura's, to brattish behaviour in the restaurant for lunch in Uppermill (such a shame as it was the nicest meal I've had in such a long time), she has really worn me down.

Trouble is I've let her get away with murder too as I was already tired and exhausted after this week. Just didn't have the energy to fight with her. It was lovely to see my sis (who is positively blooming, two weeks from her due date) but I wasn't on form at all. And with Squidge playing merry hell every few minutes, I bet Laura was glad to see the back of us!

Not sure what's wrong with me. I am worried that my medication's positive effects may be slowly wearing off as I feel like my hormones are back with a vengeance of late. Had to go upstairs at Laura's and have a sleep after lunch. And she's the pregnant one, not me! Might be time to head back to the doctors.