What an evening
First, a big apology to Jax. I was so, so looking forward to sitting down and having a good natter. And we got what, ten minutes? *sigh*
You see, we’d just cleared the table of dinner, sat down with drinks and had begun to discuss the joys of having small boys, when Myf went into meltdown in the playroom. It took a few moments for me to realise exactly what she was on about, but apparently RJ had stuffed a bead in his ear.
This came as no surprise, as he keeps trying to stick things in his ears. No idea why, but small children do things that defy explanation, so I’m not even going to try.
Anyhow, whilst Myf is having a complete diva drama episode, I scoop up the boy and peer in to his left ear. Hmm, looks like there might be something in there. He’s crying now, a) because of the noise Myf is making, b) because he doesn’t want me poking in his ear, and c) he’d much rather be doing something else than being held in a headlock whilst I request the torch that sits on the counter.
Sure enough, as I shine the torch in his ear, there’s a wee gleam of something that doesn’t look like ear wax.
Hug Jax. Send girls upstairs. Kiss James. Pick up RJ, bag of nappies, book, water bottle and spare change. RJ complains - I stuff him in the car.
Get to Bassetlaw hospital in Worksop at 20:10.
RJ isn’t crying. He’s smiling. And running amok. And charming everyone. Standing at the window, oooh’ing and ahhh’ing over the ambulances that are coming in, regular as buses, and waving cutely at the numerous police cars who arrive with bloodied handcuffed occupants. Ahh, the joys of A&E on a Saturday night.
We finally get seen at 22.45. *sigh*
We get sent home at 23.10, with instructions to present ourselves at Doncaster Royal Infirmary, in the ENT ward at 9am tomorrow morning.
Brought RJ home. He fell asleep in the car. I carried him upstairs asleep, removed his shoes and dropped him gently into his cot. He’s snoring.
Am now contemplating a large Black Russian…
