I recently whinged about how busy I am and how I wished for October to come where I would be stress free and ready for anything.
Well we started Miss D's dance rehearsal this evening, and during this time, I managed to fit in 2 hours up at Accident and Emergency with a 10 cent coin in Miss T's belly.
Now I'm checking poo. So far, no coin.
I'll keep you posted.
She swallowed it on the monkey bars at Auskick this afternoon and she told The Hubbster and I:-
- It's not my fault (some tears and her bottom lip trembling) and
- I'm so afraid (while on the toilet, with more tears and a very sad face).
THAT made my heart break.
Miss T (aged 6) is having a day at home with The Hubbster tommorrow where he is on poo patrol.
Luckily enough, I'm going to work.