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First, can I please put a call out there to other bloggers/people who are reading this.

1) How the hec do I become a member of someone's blog, rather than just a follower? I can't post on friends' blogs when the rules are that only members can post comments and it's driving me insane.
2) How the hec do I post a comment on someone's blog fullstop?? There is only one person's blog that allows me to post a comment, and that is as 'anonymous'.

HEEEELLLLLPPPP!!!


Second, I'd just like to say this: "My massage last night gave me a headache".

A friend of mine - the lovely DT - is doing her massage course (diploma or certificate, I think diploma and then she is going to move on to bigger and better things next year). Such a shame really, because she needs 'guinea pigs' to practise on, so ho hum, I guess I am able to oblige. :-)

So, every second Tuesday (notwithstanding sick kids or parent teacher interviews) DT visits me at 8:30pm after Mr W is in bed, and gives me a lovely....FREE....massage. Just the thing for someone like me who sits at a computer at work all day long. Thank you very very much.

So last night DT comes to visit, and gives me the magic treatment. (As an aside, I do wonder whether she will ever again have the experience of giving someone a massage while they listen to the Best and Fairest count for their footy league via the internet, but that's another story).

DT left me in such a state of relaxation, that I forgot to set my alarm for this morning. However, with the recent electrical issues I have been having (see earlier posts), I have set my mobile phone alarm to go off at 5:55am, just in case the electric alarm clock packs it in overnight. The phone sits on the other side of my bedroom - I'm sure you know the trick, put the mobile phone alarm AWAY from the bed so that you have to get up to turn it off.

I have never had to utilise the phone alarm, I simply unset it every morning once I am up.

Except, of course, for this morning, when (as a result of me being so relaxed that I forgot to set my electric alarm clock last night) I was woken up suddenly at 5:55am by the most horrible sounding alarm from my mobile phone at about four hundred million decibels. Well, OK, maybe not four hundred million, but that's how it felt as I was suddenly woken from one of the deepest sleeps I have had in a while.

I am sure you have all had the experience of being suddenly woken from a deep sleep, that experience where your eyes open instantaneously, but your body is at least an hour behind, and your brain sits up in it's cerebellum fluid and says "WTF WTF WTF?!?!?!?!?!?!?!". Your heart isn't far behind, bouncing out of your chest saying "WTFWTFWTF?!?!?!?!?!", until your brain settles down just a little and says "I think that's the alarm" and your heart says "WTFWTFWTF?!?!?!?!?!?!", and finally your brain says "I don't feel so good, that was quite a shock, Janeane, I think you have a headache now", and every other part of your body says "We agree".

Meanwhile, your heart has stopped saying "WTF?!?!", has somehow managed to settle back into a mostly normal pattern, and you now have the mammoth job of getting out of bed and heading over to the mobile phone to turn the alarm off, when you are still wondering if this is real or some kind of sick dream.

Well, in my case this morning, it was REAL baby, oooohhhhh so real.

And that's why my massage gave me a headache. (DT, you can now breathe a sigh of relief, as you now know it wasn't the ACTUAL massage that gave me a headache!)

My little fellow is quite sick tonight. He woke up this morning telling me he had a sore throat, and grimmacing each time he swallowed a piece of toast. I (as a product of my good ol' dad) said "You'll be right, off to school". Doh. He got out of the bus and into the car this afternoon, and looked atrocious, soooo sick the poor little darling, the mother guilt consumed me totally. He has that horrible cold/flu red nose and that red rash above his lip, he can't breathe properly and he's sneezing constantly. I don't think he will be going to school tomorrow, which means that I won't be going to work. Bugger. Being at home bores me to tears (nearly literally).

I will have to tie my hands together too, because the cupboard and the fridge become my friends when I am bored at home.

But, in preparation for a long and boring day at home tomorrow, as well as taking care of my little fellow, I shall bid you all adieu and good night.

Talk tomorrow

Janeane
xx