General update

Basic facts as of this moment:

Currently reading: Night Watch by Terry Pratchett (Sam Vimes is just fabulous)
Last movie watched: The Queen (although I did fall asleep midway through)
Last thing I ate: Roast chicken dinner
Current mood: Tired and grumpy
Current location: In the living room at home

On Tuesday our water supplier found a trace of the E.coli bacteria at a water pumping station in Hoofddorp. Since then all 170,000 affected households have been instructed to boil all water for consumption for at least 2 minutes. There was a run on bottled water in the supermarkets. To say that this has been a pain in the ass is an understatement. If I had been feeding Michael formula instead of breast milk then I would have been terrified. We had to boil and cool his bath water yesterday because he splashes so much that some of the water gets swallowed. I wasn't going to take any chances. The source of the contamination has been identified and dealt with but the boil water advice stays in force until Monday 21st.

The last couple of days have not been a lot of fun. Michael has been whining and very clingy. Two more teeth are getting ready to push through and he likes the suffering to be a communal affair. The poor little chap managed to cut his lip on a wicker toy box this evening. He pulled it towards himself and then decided to fall over onto it. He was very distressed and held his breath briefly. I called Phil downstairs and he took one look at Michael and thought that he was choking. I had to explain quickly what had happened because he was about to grab him and perform the Heimlich manoeuvre. I'll not soon forget the look on Phil's face.

I think... that we could do with a holiday. The pressure of routine is grinding us down a bit. Before Michael was born we never really had a routine. We woke up whenever we felt like it and ate meals whenever we were hungry. It wouldn't be so bad but the cats are constantly underfoot. Sometimes I feel like I don't have enough love to give them. I know the heart is supposed to be able to stretch to love an infinite number of people (and pets) but I'm not sure this is true anymore. When Michael is tucked up in bed the last thing I want is to be climbed over by four demanding cats. I just want a tiny bit of personal space before I go to bed. Not much, just a little. We do talk about re-homing them sometimes but I seriously doubt that we will do that. We made a lifetime commitment to them and we'll simply have to find a way to make it work.

If all goes to plan (ha... ha... hmmm) then we'll be going over to England next month for a holiday. Woo hoo!