Well, it’s been a funny old Spring so far! We’ve had all sorts of ups and downs in Family Contomichalos. Joseph and Antonis decided that they wanted pets so we looked at the options. Chelsey is asthmatic, so the much loved dog idea is out of the question as she could never come home. Fish are very pretty but not exactly the most inspiring pet. I mean you’re not going to get home and have a cuddly stroking session with your fish are you? So, Ant and Joe both decided that a hamster was what they really needed.
We arrived home with twin hamsters, cages, bowls, beds etc – you get the picture…Jordan gets new twin puppies (of the canine variety!) and we came home with twin hamsters. They are incredibly cute, Ant’s hamster is called Bear (after Bear Grylls) because he managed to escape from his cardboard box before we even got him home and on his first night, managed to manipulate a shoe lace, so that it was hanging into his cage like a sort of jungle vine escape route during the night…Joe’s dear little hamster was called ‘Lucky’…………..oh dear.
When we bought Bear and Lucky we were warned about ‘wet tail’ – which is an illness they get from being traumatised or handled roughly. We were told to leave them 24 hours before we touched them, which we did. After 48 hours I realised we hadn’t seen Lucky, so I opened his little house and there he was/ Looking tiny, a bit arthritic and very sad. He smelt so sickly sweet and stinky that I was almost jet propelled out of the room. I picked up the cage and took him back to the shop immediately. Poor little ‘Lucky’…..had ‘wet tail’, poor little thing. Too tiny and really unwell…probably the ‘unluckiest’ little creature I’d ever seen.
Not wanting to go back to Joe empty handed, my Mum (who came with me for moral support) chose a new hamster for Joe. A bright eyed, sweet, inquisitive little thing, that Joe adored and called Indy (short for Indiana Jones!)…so now we have the two little guys that come out at night and spin on their wheels – it’s like having inexhaustible 80’s, house party ravers at home – up all night, till dawn!
But Bear and Indy are giving us lots of giggles and Antonis loves holding ‘she’ as he calls Bear…I have tried to explain that it’s a HE but he says things like…’I must feed she’ and ‘I would like to hold she’ – again so cute and I can’t correct him because it is so endearing when he says it. We all stifle our giggles and adore him just a little bit more. He’ll learn to speak properly at big school but until then we’re loving his quaint little sayings!
So, it was also Mother’s Day….and it started off really well…lots of pressies, champagne, chocolates, roses, a gorgeous dress from Next and some quite alarming gifts chosen by Ant (which are going back – but please don’t tell him). Anyway, my lovely husband took Pav to football and Joe to practise being in goal to give me a break (although left Ant…need I say more)…..one and a half hours later they returned. Ant and I are all Blue Peter and making things with sticky back plastic (I am feeling all lovely and had a Bucks Fizz..oops?!) Anyway, the homecoming not quite the glorious lovemummy fest I was expecting….Pav feeling sick and Joe with very sore wrist from saving a goal from Daddy, (lobed at full pelt)…ggrrrrr.
After a bit of mock attention (it is supposed to be on me isn’t it? It is mother’s day?). I put Joe on the sofa, gave him some paracetamol and prepared for my parents and grandparents arrival (any excuse to have a gathering!). Before they arrived, Joe had fallen asleep – I was slightly disturbed. After everyone had left (two hours later!), Joe is still in pain. So I decided to take him to the walk-in centre although, I am pretty angry as his wrist is not swollen and he can move his fingers!
Oh my goodness…….after two and a half hours…..Joe’s xray shows he has fractured his little wrist. Can I just say, the guilt and the misery of making him wait, virtually pass out and need medical treatment is overwhelming…some mother I’ve turned out to be. Apart from the Sister, assuring me it’s a common mistake to make (due to non-swelling etc), I drove home in misery, feeling wretched and undeserving of this dear little boy who’d written such lovely messages for me on Mother’s Day..
Once back home, I propped him up on the sofa (again!) with cushions, choccy milkshake and with his good hand, he reached out and held mine and said, ‘you are the best mummy and I love you………Happy Mother’s Day mum’……could you ask for more?