A Bit Of A Snivel

Well It's been two months now since our last big scare and despite my mammoth best efforts to  keep Smidge away from bugs and virus's, it hasn't worked.

I am aware how utterly ridiculous this next sentence is going to sound but...

*Smidge has a cold*

Settling her down to sleep last night, I knew I was in for a night of cot watching because it's the first time you see, since that time, that Smidge has gotten ill.

So when I awoke this morning to see a non-convulsing Smidge stood in a bi-pedal fashion, shouting 'Da!' and summonsing her father to retrieve her from the cot, I was both delighted and relieved.

Delighted because at the first sign of illness she wasn't doing her weird fitting thing and relieved because if she isn't doing that then maybe we can start getting our old life back.

Wait, maybe I'm getting over excited.

Maybe getting our old life back is a bit too keen.

This is what happened the last time we went and got all relaxed, and if there's one thing I've learned it's that too relaxed isn't good.

On the other hand, swing too much the other way and I end up making a complete arse of myself. Like last month when I rushed Smidge down to A&E.

The atmosphere in the car was one of complete dread. One -day Hubby, Mr G and I drove in deathly silence as we made our way to the hospital.

Being a young'un, Mr. G desperately tried to make lighten the conversation.

'Please, I'm not in the mood..' I stated grimly, my face one of complete fear and seriousness.

Making our way through the sliding doors, I announced our arrival, declaring with some certainty our fast track status. Smidge was seen by a doctor without delay.


After the examination the doctor looked up, his face a mixture of frustration and sympathy.

'It's not a tumour' he stated Blankly.

'What do you think it is then?' I say with a frantic look in my eye, begging him to put me out of my misery.

'It's her rib'

'Oh'.

Looking up sheepishly,I quickly gather our belongings, apologising profusely whilst simultaneously making a speedy exit...

Why oh why can't I get the balance just right?!

I am like the adult that sits on a child's sea-saw,

I am the vinegar that swamps the chips..

But one day readers, I'll get the balance just perfect...

I'll be easy going in all the right places,

I'll know just the right moment to boo-hoo a G.P opinion.

One day, I'll look back and I'll  laugh and I'll say 'ha! I was scared of the common cold, Can you imagine?'

And I'll laugh all the way to the chemist.