I'm having such bad luck at the moment: I clobbered myself with a clave yesterday and now have a bruised eye. A couple of days before, I tripped over Oskar's doona and did a face-plant onto the floor - I didn't get my arms out to stop my fall, so I ended up with a squashed nose. I've really had enough.

Last night I woke up late and felt so sore and miserable. I cried and cried and only settled with some panadol and serious cuddling with Mum and Dad. Mum and I bounced up and down on the swiss ball and looked out the window till I fell asleep. Then I woke again about 3.30am and cried and cried some more. I finally fell asleep tucked under Mum's arm in her bed. I feel pretty flat this morning and am happy to quietly play with some toys on the floor. I'm keeping away from the clave.