I've been awake since 4 this morning. It has to do with bad dreams (not mine) the way they were dealt with, and a general frustration of just not being able to do a damn thing right.
On the other hand.
I am up early, watching some daft programme about swordfishing, and waiting for BBC Breakfast to start. I'll catch the news and weather, and then move on with the rest of my day.
The rest of my day will involve preparing for tomorrow, (printing some stuff off basically) and continuing with the AC's room. Yesterday I managed to take the bed apart, move the bed to the other room and reassemble the bed. T-Boy was amazed when I said I was going to do this. "But Daddy isn't home!" Yes, well, some of us don't need a man to do our work for us thanks T-Boy. Yesterday he learnt how to use an allan key, some of the many uses of WD-40, and how a lubricant works on screws that have been wedged in for a long time.
It was not without incident. I gave him breakfast, (dry cornflakes, at his request) and he kept dropping them on the floor and sofa. I moved him to the table, he refused to eat them. I turned the timer over, and he got on with it. The timer ran out, he refused to eat, and sulked some more. I turned the timer over, he got on with it.
Then he calmed down. He was lovely. He helped upstairs, chatting away like anyone else would. He fetched and carried when he was asked to, for about 30 mins, then went off on a massive tantrum about me asking where he had put something. Then he was sorry, and helped, then went off on a massive tantrum because I'd asked him not to roll his eyes when I was speaking to him. Then I said we were going to take Daddy his lunch, and he cried for 30 minutes because I was going to tell Daddy what he had been up to. We started to walk down to Daddy, and he was lovely. Chatty, interested, telling my about some film he'd seen, we got down to Daddy, we got back, (still lovely!) I made him lunch, he refused to eat it until I threatened to make spaghetti bolognaise with tomatoes in it for his tea, and then he ate 2 massive wraps with no more fuss.
Sue came round to help because she was bored, and he was lovely all afternoon, really on best behaviour, which was so much nicer than the morning. We worked like navvies all afternoon and got most of it done, the bed back together, and it just leaves me a bit of sorting out today to do.
I also want to get these dogs sewn up today. I'll take T-Boy into town to do a few things and get some kapok to stuff the dogs with and so on.
I also want to make pasta and bread and cake today (carb rich diet lol!)
There's about a million things I need to do, but I'm going to have to take it slowly - I'm knackered!