Chicken Pox Party – are you kidding?

I just about have time to blog between putting the babe down to bed very early and the hubby arriving back from the football. The babe doesn’t normally get her head down for another 45 mins but she was falling asleep on me during Charlie & Lola so I elected to call it early. The hubby will no doubt be a little forlorn (bad result) and a little drunk (having been out since half eleven) so best to blog now me thinks!

I’ve struggled to blog for the last couple of days as the babe has been unable to go to the childminder with a v high temperature and a mystery illness. I have assumed teething but I am now starting to get the fear. I think it’s Chicken Pox. Having spent a lovely bank holiday Sunday with our best buddies I am especially worried as the rash has just appeared tonight so I may have infected our favourite girls.

This brings me to my point. Will said lovely friend and her equally lovely little girl be thrilled to understand that the babe has chicken pox thus getting the disease out of the way in its mildest childhood form or be swearing at me as soon as I put down the phone at having caused further distress and pandemonium in her already full to bursting life. This is where the very real notion of a “Pox Party” comes in. Apparently it is customary in some parts to spread the virus amongst young children as quickly as possible to get it out of the way.

As mentioned above I realise the virus is often at its mildest in early childhood but this is by no means guaranteed. I also struggle with the idea of intentionally making the babe miserable. My precious girl is just too precious to inflict suffering on her intentionally. And I’m really not a soft Mum, honest.

Going back to my mate, my mind is already turning to the reality of managing the babe with hugely infectious virus requiring her to be house bound, alongside my working week, the hubby’s working week away from home and the childminder being unable to take her. Going to be a new level of juggling. But when it comes down to it, I’ll be here with her every step of the way – because at least to me, that’s what being a Mum is about.

NB. For those looking for a fashionable note, the pic is of the babe in her latest Zara tee. I’m not a huge fan of slogan tops but the spots and neon had me sold. Still available at http://www.zara.com in 3-24 months. Seems ironic now that it’s spotty…..

Mad Men and Manolo’s

Well I’m sitting in the garden reading my book whilst the babe sleeps and thought I’d do the blog now. Given that the new series of Mad Men starts tonight I better do it now! (The book in question by the way is Left Neglected by Lisa Genova. I may have harped on about her before but she’s a fab writer. Both books I’ve read are written from the point of view of a woman with a debilitating illness and she has a phd in neuroscience so she nows her stuff!).

Tuesday afternoons always have that annoying quality to them. No matter how lovely a time I’m having, or this week how good the weather, I am always wishing I didn’t have to go back to work tomorrow. I am seeing my fave client on thurs so that helps a bit.

Two fashionable thoughts today. First the babe. I went to Next this morning to exchange some of the things she’d been given for her birthday. (Don’t tell on me..). I managed to get a couple of pairs of the skinny neon jeans they have been doing in the right size but also found these little sweatshirt tops. Now, I am really not a fan of baby hoodies and avoid at all costs but I thought these were somewhere close to a summer jacket and would be great to have in your bag over the summer months. My own pic is below as they are not on the website. There is a pale pink one too.

Now for mummy. The fact that it is now warm means I’ll have to ditch the opaque tights at the office. This in turn means a Fake Bake session this evening. I really need to invest in some summer shift dresses for work but am struggling a bit to find the right thing. Mad Men will no doubt inspire me later. In the interim I’ll be swapping black patent courts for nude ones which at least will give a nod o the summer with a white blouse and pencil skirt.

Tomorrow, baby sandals. A minefield.