Away and back

 On Thursday I had lunch with Oli in town and chatted about the trip away.  Otherwise a quiet day of not much.

On Friday morning I got up and ready to go swimming with Midget, instead the plan was tweaked to getting fancy breakfast out instead (Nova waffles with bacon).  Then I watched her do some shopping before I came home to pack.

Then off for a weekend away.

Oli picked me up shortly after 1700, and we went to his place where I entirely failed to help him load the far too much stuff into the car.  Mostly I just harassed his eldest spawn - by three-and-a-half-year-olds are easy to get worked up and I am a monster.

Then we headed to Oturehua.

On the drive, with my luggage wedged in around my feet, I killed my good jandals by moving my feet too much while the jandal was rather pinned in place.  Which is irksome.  They were good jandals, I bought that pair to go to Canada.  They have served me well.

Then it was long weekend away.

Much socialising.

So much dealing with preschoolers.

It involved.... I think five, under-four-year-olds.  Small people are so damn much work.

At least Dave and Adrian joined me in the not-parents camp - so it wasn't just me sticking out for having failed to reproduce.

For reasons I don't really understand small children mostly continue to like me (except Oli and Greer's youngest, who mostly seems to dislike my face).  Combined with my pathological need to appear helpful even when people wouldn't rather I didn't, I ended up imposing my help a bunch.  Utterly exhausting myself in the process.

By the time I got back on Monday evening I was reading to tumble into a pile of useless and kept zoning out.  This zoning out left to missing my 2200 meds, and not taking them until I woke in pain and came out to find painkillers in the small hours of the morning and saw my evening meds sitting out and ready to go on my desk.  I don't understand how I failed to notice anything that obvious, and thus take them after I put them out.  And I had been awake stupidly late anyway as over-tiredness had made me fussy and unable to sleep.

Oh, and in the shower when I got home I found I had hives hiding under my beard.  I guess I wasn't being careful about what I ate, as group meals.

Tuesday, I did basically nothing.  I hurt a lot and so I spent the day in my PJs watching youtube and being too out of it to do anything more than the idlest of playing on the internet - I definitely wasn't up to playing computer games.  In spite of having realised I had had the expansion on Pokemon Sword for a while now and haven't loaded it yet.  In the evening I made a stupid mistake in loading up a dating site to reply to a message and looking at the locals.  I spotted something that appear to be about Shitlord in the profile of the man he got his residency through and it was something I really didn't want to know.  Might be useful though as I have been worrying recently that I was too harsh in the comments I made that led to our not being friends.  This all reminds me that the problem isn't me.

Today my face pealed off.  The hives from Monday where now like a slightly scabby dandruff coming out of my beard.  The grossness.  Otherwise I have done nothing but some laundry today.  About to go to roleplaying, hopefully do not look too gross.