After checking my concrete was still in situ, I was just about to take No 2 to the Doctors (20 mins to appt) when she complained that No 3 was stinky. No 3 who has been doing ever so well with her potty training...I couldn't believe it. So with 15 mins to the appt both of us were in the shower with me desperately trying to get her clean and less stinky whilst avoiding getting covered in it myself. Yes it's been one of those days.
Shot off to the Docs with both kids, No 2 is as red as a tomato from head to toe with a fever since Sat night of 38+. I've been feeding her doliprane and Advil alternately to keep it down but today, the redness which looks like sunburn (though given my other post about flooding...it most definitely is NOT sunburn) is now beginning to itch.
Anyway Doc suspects Scarlatine (Scarlet Fever) so No 2 needs blood tests to confirm if it is/isn't to determine treatment and if she's contagious or not. Of course today the laboratories like the pharmacies are on strike so that means people have to spend another night wondering what's wrong with them and I have another sleepless night administering medicine to a boiling hot lobster like child.
After this I returned home, fed the tribe, returned no 1 to school and checked on builders progress with planning stairs. It turns out the architect's plans have two steps labelled no 5, the engineers plans have no step no 7. Neither set of plans has the same number of steps nor do the dimensions add up. Builders traced out the steps, allowing for underfloor heating and tiling and...alas not right. Start again. Much cursing of the professionals...and we recalculate the whole lot. During this period, No 3 has now pee'd all over the passenger seat. It's a good job my OH doesn't read my blogs.
I return back to gite only to find the gite key is missing. The girls have emptied out my handbag, drawn on my steering wheel with black biro and the key is gone. I return back to the garden to check around where we were parked, I find a packet of menthol tissues which had been chucked out of the window but no key. I search the car thoroughly, every nook and cranny. After 1 hour I give up and ask the builder to bring his ladder and climb in thru the girls window. On arriving back to the gite I spot something on the floor (which would have been under the passenger side of where I'd been parked)...the key.
Big smiles...merci beaucoup...I start clean up operation 2 and then attack the car with Dettol, I realise I have 5 mins before I need to collect No 1 from school and No 3 is currently running around knickerless...rain drenched white wash yesterday...
At least the storm has passed...and tomorrow is a new day. Off to bed and hoping for a better cleaner and more successful day tomorrow...starting at the labo...