I couldn't let the month of March end without a small post for my little man Cullan. My
It has definitely been one of 'those weeks' for me. While the glorious sun has been bleaching the photographs on my window ledge, I have been living what can only be described as an episode of House (albeit a very dull one, with no actual risk to life).
Having started the week off in remarkably good form, I have worked my way through bouts of sickness, nausea, dizziness and headaches to finally reach the diagnosis of . . . ear infection. Ear infection!?! I get them quite regularly to be honest and they can vary from mildly annoying to agonisingly painful, but never as weird as this and certainly not as clandestine.
It's been particularly hard watching Cullan run outside to play and then call for me to join him :-( The most energetic thing I've managed so far is to stand up and log onto my computer to type this post (and that's only because the painkillers aren't working and I cannot sleep).
As if that wasn't fun enough our lovely boiler decided to commit harakiri and started leaking in the kitchen next to a bunch of electrical outlets. So with that in mind I'm thinking of investing in a lottery ticket as I'm sure I'm due some good luck!
The picture above shows Cullan on his birthday, enjoying sliding with the help of his uncle Ryan. Ryan came to visit with my mam (mum for readers in England) and was dragged everywhere Cullan went - "look Ryan a haeroplane!" :-)Breithlá shona dhuit mo mhac x
