I've been MIA (missing in action) on here I know.
Lufflump is getting teeth which means he has been sleeping terribly with a temperature. We spent the weekend down at my mum's (complete with a trip to a Wedding Expo - a post is in the works) and arrived home Monday to a sick mister. Yesterday I slept when Lufflump slept then the mister went to work (sick) so there was no real time for blogging yesterday.
Today I've been addicted to Pinterest and organising our first Halloween party which is to be Zombie themed.
The mister is still sick and Lufflump is better but still not 100%. His eyes are really odd and his cheeks are bright red. Teething sucks. I thought he already had his two-year-old molars but apparently they have two sets of molars if the two-year-old ones are through? Molars are cruel.
|Vegemite toast, orange and rice crisps for dinner|
The mister has gone to work because everyone else called in sick. Warning: whinging begins. I know he is working hard seven days a week so we don't have to worry about money and I appreciate that but I miss him. He has always worked long weeks but recently he had a few weeks off so I got used to him being home. It was wonderful having him home when I was getting evening sickness (which has thankfully settled down) but he started working seven days a week when I was still getting sick. I really noticed him not being here. I miss having dinner with him even one night a week. I miss having us time without having to do anything else. I miss being awake when he comes home. I told him today that for his health and our family he needs to ask for Monday nights off. Not only am I missing him but I'm also worried he'll burn himself out especially now he is sick. End whinge.
Want to check out some awesome zombie stuff I've pinned? There is some serious stuff over here.