complex like sunday morning

okay, to be fair it's been a pretty good morning so far, i've slept and for the second day in a row mr smear is showing interest and competence in computer games that are intended for older kids. i may be exhausted, but there's nothing like cheering on my kid as he blasts through letters and numbers games, and a short while ago he was playing ink and he destroyed all the rectangles on a level entirely by himself! for a three-and-a-half year old, that's an achievement unlocked in my book ^_^

4am yesterday morning we awoke to mr smear experiencing another night terror, we're convinced that he's still not over the shigella infection and are praying that that's the reason for the terrors. night terrors are really rough :(

yesterday morning gd went to her hypnotherapy course and mr smear and i played hide-and-seek or computer games until my mother arrived, at which point she walked in on him sitting on the toilet making devil horns and rocking out to rob zombie. i then put my swollen foot up for a while, was amused when everyone came back home to hear that gd and my mom were both playing hide-and-seek with mr smear outside, enjoyed an episode of ultimate beastmaster in spite of mr smear's protests that it was scary.

i managed to bath with mr smear before leaving for a dinner at friends in honour of sailor's return, but i'd been cooking a headache and started feeling really woozy while getting dressed and sadly had to call it a night. we got mr smear to bed fairly smoothly, and then proceeded to watch the trainspotting sequel: i surprised by just how much i enjoyed it, and pleased by how it didn't feel contrived and tacky.

i woke up this morning from a dream in which i'd done something political and had to run to a dentist's appointment and dispose of the evidence, followed by my accepting a new job and feeling stressed about leaving my current one after only two months when i'm really happy where i am. at the moment, i honestly can't imagine any job in which i'd feel as much at home.