Read as Much as You Like Between the Lines, You are Probably Right

Well, it turned out we moved before Christmas, not after. This was immediately followed by an in-law Christmas visit, and then actual Christmas spent at my parents house, a longish drive away. Not good timing for Monkeys. Monkeys were little nightmares. I got sick, stayed in bed for two days. I have never done that since I became a mother. Pity I was sick or I might have enjoyed it. Lucky I was at my Mum's house, and Husband looked after Monkeys.

Did I mention this was the 6th move in 6 years?

Oh yes, and I spent Christmas eve nit-combing the Monkey's hair.

I ended up having to do that last minute Christmas shopping thing at night at a shopping centre.

So, we didn't go camping after-all, as predicted by me it was crazy talk, the Monkeys were too unsettled.

So, Christmas is over, Thank God for that. We are back in our little house, and it's OK.

I have finally got my way over cutting the bunk in two. Just turned two is too little to be climbing up and down bunks. It took a skull fracture to get Husband to do the deed, but there you go. Now I am working on convincing Husband that a cubby house thats floor starts two metres from the ground is a very bad idea. Wish me luck, I need it.

The littlest Monkey is fine, she has a very sore head, the fracture didn't cause any other damage, and it hasn't moved, so no treatment is necessary. I just have to try and keep her from climbing too much, so she dosen't fall again. We are very, very lucky.

Oh, and I may be a little thin on the ground as far as blog posts go for the rest of January, but don't worry, I'll be back.