Friday

Nothing to say today. Hm. Went to Drs a.m. (sooooooo a.m. that I am still hurting - did fajr salah at 5am-ish then just couldn't drop back off to sleep, then Hubby got Boss up at 7am ... yes he got *him* up at that time ... Boss' reaction? "You woke me up! Dat's not very nice when you do dat!"... too right...then Boss watched it SNOW and I tried to drag my lard butt out of bed into a right-way-round-skirt) we were the first appointment for the day and there was only us and another lady in the surgery *that's* how stupidly early we were. The Dr, whilst competent and nice enough, wasn't a kiddie Doctor, but very nice anyway. The only "oh please don't do that Boss" moment was when the Dr asked him to cough and, as usual, Boss reacted with a full scream and nearly deafened the poor man who had a stethoscope on the boy's chest at the time. Just glad he didn't kick out in frantic hyper mode or he'd have nutted the poor man as well. *Sigh* anyway, Dr gave him the all-clear and we have no ABs. Which I'm really rather relieved about. AB is not the easiest thing to give Boss and usually ends up on the ceiling or splattered across cushion covers.

Walked round town - Boss helped me get my medicine in Boots then we went for a cuppa in JL, which he's never done before, whilst he watched the people of Queensgate go and then down the escalators. Magic entertainment. Must remember to install one in my house for the zen-like calm it enduced.

Which was firmly shattered when we returned home when I got a visit from a sister and Boss decided that manic, hyper, idiot-fest was now on and I told him to cut it out or we'd go in the kitchen. Which we had to do. Which resulted in huge rage from Boss. He has never been one to throw tantrums, never. Masha'allah he is very placid, accommodating, easy to reason with or make laugh - very easy to humour masha'allah. But today was the day he threw a hairy cannipury with full irrational hysterics and two rivers of snot runnig down his face, a-la-Welland-Estate-kid mode. So that's what he did. For an hour. All offers of help refused "no I want to cry" was his more rational response.

Oh well. Snot it was then. Then she left *never to return again* and we bonded. He's ill, tired and angry that we have new behaviour management systems in place - you won't let adults talk then we'll talk elsewhere. Perfectly reasonable, but not if you're vying for alpha-1 male status or think you are the neighbourhood silverback. Tough. But we bonded anyway and I think he's still my friend :P

Nothing educational about today. Oooooh except he found numbers on the LeapPad book to press over and over again, and he got a game right!! Masha'allah. Which he instigated all by himself too! Then he noticed a number poster which has been in his face since he was two and asked what all the numbers were! Bonus. So - go Pooh Bear! Go LeapPad! Masha'allah.