Progress so far...

June 30th 2009 - 22 stone 4Ibs. Current weight - 17 stone 1Ib. Weight loss - 5 stone 3Ibs. Commuting miles - 3389.
Non commuting miles - 359. Mileage this week - 101 miles. Total mileage - 3748 miles.

Tuesday, 23 February 2010

Who'd have kids?

I know I shouldn't moan, but...

At about 1230hrs yesterday my mobile rings and I see it's wifey calling, I answer and she tells me that she's rushing Dan (Spawn of Satan) round to A&E. What the f**k has he done now I ask?

Lately he's had a bad cold so we bought him some Medised which is like a cheaper unbranded Calpol Night, it contains Paracetomol and a sedative. Basically it helps him sleep when he's a bit under the weather. The little git had drank about half a bottle!

Now I can hear you thinking how the hell did we let him have access to medicine? Surely it should have been out of reach of Satanic claws.

If I may I'll let you know the security measures we have in place. Upstairs every door has an external bolt up high to prevent him getting in to the bedrooms (except his own). We have all electrical sockets covered, child catches on every draw and cupboard, and we even have the TV high on the wall (as Rafe can confirm) as he smashed the last one that was down low on a TV stand. Oh, plus he smashed the gas fire and wrecked a carpet. But hey, that's Dan.

Anyway, moving on, we relented and now keep the bathroom door open, as he's a "big boy" and wants to go to the loo on his own. Fair enough. This is progress. Yesterday after going to the loo on his own, he came down stairs and showed wifey the empty medicine bottle saying he's had a drink. This bottle was in the cupboard, high on the wall, next to the bathroom sink. We can only surmise, he used his toilet stand to climb onto the sink then reach into the cupboard and removed the bottle, then there's small matter of the "child proof" bottle top.

To cut a long story short, he's ok after a visit to A&E lasting 6 hours for observation. I could bore you with all of the hassle wifey had there but that's a novel in itself. And it's a bit stressful.

All of the above meant I had to come home early as daughter had a Docs appointment for an injection which meant I had to take her as wifey was trapped in A&E.

I started to pedal home on the cut, but it was too icy so I came off at Ladywood Middleway, pedalled through 5 Ways down the ring road and got on the Bristol Road at the MacDonalds junction. Selly Oak was nose to tail which obviously didn't bother me and I was home in time to take daughter to the docs after a quick shower.

Wifey and Dan got home about 1810hrs, with him being his normal self and wifey ticking like a meter. Which lately because of Dan is her normal self.

This morning's pedal was through the city centre as the cut was still icy, a good headwind meant it was a bit slower, but I found my new Lizard Skin socks last night so feet were toasty again despite it being bloody freezing this morning.

Like I said, who'd have kids...


  1. LOL! What a clever little chappie working all that out. Glad he's okay though. Am sure he'll calm down one day (though what would I know on the subject).

  2. Dude, your kid is a genius!

  3. Anyone who professes to know anything about kids is either a liar or insane...Grr...

  4. So it would appear that i'm the only person who can't get in those stupid bottles then. - Pffft.

  5. Glad the little fella is ok, they get into EVERYTHING dont they. If it is any comfort to you, I cant ever get into the medised bottles either.

    We have found Calpol to be the most efective tough. Not for the kids mind, knocks me and the missus out then we cant see or here what they are doing ;)

  6. Just heard on the news that the average cost of having a kid is £200,000.
    Thats the cost of everything from push chairs to food until he/she trots off to Uni.

    I wont ask if he's worth it :)