Today I had that awful feeling of: if I didn't - I was a bad mother; if I did - I was also a bad mother. I am talking the combined MMR vaccination here, and in the pending wake of an epidemic (or was it going to be a pandemic?), I figured I should be The Bad Mother Who Chose To Vaccinate. So The Kid is in bed and we've only had one wake up so far to report (just the usual dropped dummy). However, I did notice he had a feint rash across his cheeks along with a chipmunk-like look. It could of course be my imagination, which I am sure is going to run riot for the next few weeks.
Elinor has suggested Calpol and Wine, though I'm not sure they taste so good mixed. You never know, it could be the next Red Bull & Vodka. I'll let you know.
Talking of drinking - sorry, I meant talking of talking - I had a lovely afternoon in the fantastic company of
Far Away,
Potdoll &
Helen on Saturday and what started out as a very calm, civilised 'coffee and cake' turned into a hysterically funny meeting of the minds (and livers). Think Women's Institute morphs into Coyote Ugly and you're vaguely moving in the right direction.
Right. Back to work I go. Enough procras for one evening. Laters.
