An Ear Infection...

... in my little munchkin is making us have an easy and quiet morning here in our house today. Although N is in great form now, she was up crying with pain in her little ear all last night - and I had to resort to ringing my mum in the middle of the night for advice. My mum is the calmest person in times of crisis, and just having her tell me what to do and what not to do calmed my stressed out self right down. And so now, to balance out what was a rather sleepless night, Nahla and Mummy are planning on doing as little as possible. And as the weather outside looks more like October than June, sure I cannot think of anything I would rather do than snuggle up inside!

A Full Week Of Sickness...

... has imploded the house this week. Both Nahla and myself, as well as our visitors that went home Tuesday afternoon, have all been crazed with fever, stomach bugs, coughs, snotty noses and just general yucky illness. Which explains my dreadful blog absence.

And in the midst of all the sick-and-snot galore, I find that I am very thankful for the following:

1. Tesco online shopping and free-of-charge home delivery. Without which, we would all have starved to death by know, for sure.

2. E4's constant re-run of old episodes of Friends. It is just the easiest thing to rest your eyes on when you are not feeling your very best. How YOU DOIN'?!

3. Kleenex with added conditioner. My very sore nose would have looked even worse without it.

4. Youtube. For their constant supply of Mickey Mouse videos, making sure toddler was entertained when Mummy was flat out on the sofa. Because toddlers, funny enough, can have a temperature of like 40 c + and still have tons of energy. Go figure.

5. My on-the-large-side collection of super soft Juicy Couture bottoms. Just because the thought of having had to wear something else this week makes me shudder.

6. Nahla's stream of millions of questions. I think it kept my brain from melting away with all that fever. Fat chance though with a two-year old in the house.

7. Toast. Dry, buttered toast. One of life's little pleasures. And the only thing we could al stomach this week. That and 7 Up.

Now, here's to healthier next week!

A Late Afternoon Treat...

... is allowed, even on sick-days!

Some Days..

... plans just go out the window, no matter how busy/important/organized you are. Every working mama all over the world knows that. And today was just one of those days. I got up at 6 A.M., had a quick shower, got Nahla's clothes ready, her bag and lunchbox ready. Checked my e-mails. Put on make-up. Made oatmeal for Nahla. Went to wake up my munckin. Had some cuddles while she properly woke up. Got her dressed. Sang The wheels on the bus sixteen times (maybe it was only six, but it sure felt like more!), feed her oatmeal while at the same time had some myself. Spilled an entire carton of orange juice - me, not Nahla. Shoes, coats, out the door.

We walked the 15 minutes to playschool. Brought my munchkin in, sorted out her bag and lunchbox and pram. Wiped the tears. Detangled myself, heart breaking, from my little love, who has a canny ability to act like a little octopus when Mummy is leaving, all arms and legs entwined onto Mummy's legs. Made it out the door, and could happily hear she was no longer crying. Phew; Mummy guilt loosens it grip.

Ran down the road towards work, picked up a latte at Godt Brød. Checked my e-mails on the go. Made it in the office door. Desk, switch on computer; ready for my busy day. Then; phone rings. Playschool. My little love has thrown up all over the breakfast table. Pack up, run up the road, ring a variety of editors to let them know I will be working form home for the rest of the day and won't make any meetings. Makes it into creche in a record 12 minutes. Nahla, who looks rather healthy, is OVERJOYED at the sight of Mummy. My heart skips a beat; God, how I love this girl.

We pack her bag. Bundle her into the pram. And walk home. And here we are. PJ bottoms - for both of us. Books, puzzles and cartoons on TV. Hopefully tomorrow we are ready for our respective offices again. But for today, Mummy and Nahla time. And there is nowhere else I'd rather be!

Today We...

... reunited Nahla with all her "Irish" toys...


... stayed inside and just snuggled as my princess was still not well...


... bought a card for brand new Baby Lily (congrats to E and A with a beautiful princess!)...


... and just enjoyed some Mummy and Nahla time, AKA The Best Time Ever...

Just One Of Those Days

Today we leave for Ireland. In a few hours to be exact. My suitcase is still not packed properly. I don't know where Nahla's left Converse is. My hair needs washing. Nahla is still runninng a slight fever and coughs a lot, my poor little monkey. I have four looming deadlines in work. The apartment is a mess. It is SNOWING out. I have lost the Safari APP on my iPhone - like, it has just vanished, bananas weird, I know. We won't be in Ireland till way past Nahla's bedtime. I can't find any Calpol to take her fever down. She is in great form, I am a mess after two nights with no sleep. Are we in need of a little holiday? Yeah, I think so!

Despite Being Up All Night With A Stomach Bug...

... Nahla was in flying form again today. Mummy, who was naturally also up with her sick princess, not so much flying form and more dead than alive. The joys!

Fever Gone, Appetite...

.... back! YUM!

Fever And Mummy Guilt

My precious little munchkin was not well when Mummy came home from work today, snots and a little fever, all she wanted to do was sit in Mummy's lap and cuddle. And my heart ached. Not that I worry that she is not being well looked after, with Bestemor (granny) being utterly besotted with her beautiful granddaughter. But just because I am a mum. Because I feel like I should not leave my baby's side when she is not well. Because I should sit here and rock her and read books and sing silly songs, for hours and hours, as long as it takes, until my little heart is well again.

And so tomorrow, if Nahla wakes up and is still not well, this Mummy will have to take a Sick Baby day- as we are lucky enough in Norway to have those- and just be Mummy- all day. Because that is what matters!