I’m not making excuses. Ok, yes I am. I haven’t even weighed myself in days. I haven’t been eating badly or excessively, but I haven’t really been thinking about it. It’s been a car-in-the-garage-dog-to-the-vets-and-baby-to-the-doctors kind of a week. On top of that, Trevor is in Spain working. Back today, thankfully. Iris has a chest infection and a course of amoxicillin, as well as eye drops that she really really hates. I know she hates them because she screams and flails about when I put them in. The dog has got an infection where he cut his foot last weekend and has antibiotics too. The cat has started pooping where she shouldn’t, despite being perfectly house trained just a few days ago. We’re getting a lot more sleep, thankfully, so it’s not all bad.