written by hans christian andersen
i'm knackered. next time i start the week making a mental note to book a carpet cleaner, i really need to do it. with no hope of getting someone to do it this close to christmas, and carpets that really couldn't go any longer without a clean, i hired one of those big buggers from the supermarket to do myself.
somehow we have a small house but a huge expanse of carpet. i left it till evening to do so the kids wouldn't ber running all over it when wet. 10pm and i'm only half way through it but i stopped figuring there must be some neighbourhood decibel limit this beast totally exceeds.
congratulating myself on picking THE wettest day of the year to do it too. and not even cold and wet so i could put the heater on to dry the carpet. just muggy and wet, wet air, the kind of wet that's going to keep the carpet wet for a week. wet.
and what a brilliant time to whizz down to the shops to finish the santa shopping. yay for shops open till midnight - i parked right outside and didn't have to queue anywhere.
home just after midnight and my tree looked so inviting i had some plays trying to get that sparkly shot. yes i know cindy - 400 iso doesn't cut it but it's the best i can do. actually it's ok.
and right on schedule (nothing happens right on schedule in this family - why this?!) the boy has chicken pox. today was supposed to be his last day of school, turns out yesterday was. he's a bit scared of them, slightly less stoic than phoebe was. but that might just be because he's male...
hard to see, some on his neck. this was this morning there's loads more tonight.