It was Boo’s operation today, she didn’t like it (find me a 2 year old who does!) but seemed to be recovering well eating toast and chatting about going home. Then she took an unexpected turn for the worse so we’re staying put for another night while they monitor her heart and bloods.

Deep down I know whatever it is that caused the panic is fixable, Boo on the other hand is scared and has had enough of hospitals and wants Mummy’s bed. Tomorrow is a new day with new hopes of going home.

For now all I can do is give Boo lots of love and reassurance and wait. It’s going to be a long night.

I’ve been putting it off, writing this post; I should have written it weeks ago but somehow seeing it in black and white made it all the more real. Today Boo’s being admitted to the Royal Free Hospital ready for an operation tomorrow morning. It’s no secret that she’s had a fair few health hurdles many of which we think our down to her being premature although no one is sure, and that’s the problem – how do you treat something when there’s no certainty as to what it is.

Understandably Boo isn’t too keen on doctors especially as she’s had more blood tests than a toddler’s had hot meals! So I got a couple of books that help explain in the voice of Peppa Pig and she seems a little less scared plus she’s excited to compare stethoscopes with her consultant – lucky man!

My bag and her Trunki are packed (Jeez – who knew they could hold so much stuff!!!), we’ve got the postcode ready for the satnav (it’s not our local hospital) yet deep down I feel as ready as I don’t know what, I’m just not ready. I know thousands of children a year have an anesthetic and they’re fine, is this just mummy panic, am I normal? I think going back to a hospital reminds me of when she was born and all the panic, fear and worst of all uncertainty.

Like I’ve always said I’m blessed to have a beautiful, happy daughter who has a few health hurdles and the quicker we get it sorted the better, so time to shake my doubt off and crack on with supporting Boo over the next 36 hours.

Boo on the other hand thinks it’s great that she was allowed to sleep in Mummy’s bed last night!

It’s 29 days until the Nike Run To The Beat half marathon. Why is this important – well until 2.30pm yesterday afternoon it wasn’t however I received an e-mail to say I’d won a competition and the prize was a place on the half marathon. I was and still am in shock. Yes you’ve read right – I’m running a half marathon in 29 days!

I entered the competition on my commute into work (you know the ones in the paper that say e-mail your details and a winner will be picked); the week before the prize was a pair of festival tickets and I wasn’t so lucky plus I for some random reason thought the half marathon was in November so even if I did win, it would be fine – just another goal for #operationyummymummy – plus it wasn’t like I was going to win or anything, surely!

The competition was run by Vita Coco so I will also be receiving a hefty delivery of coconut water which I’m actually looking forward to trying – but hang on aren’t I forgetting something? Oh yes it’ll be the small matter of running 13.1 miles in 29 days!!!!

You can see the recurring theme – 13.1 miles is a long way I only trained for a 10K and yet still managed to acquire a pretty ugly (and now partial) toenail as a result – what the heck is going to happen after this little adventure?!

In the last 24 hours I’ve come up with my very own plan – I know I can complete a 10K so it stands to reason that if I reduce my effort by 30% and couple it with walking I should be able to complete the course in 3ish hours. No drama – but and this is one humongous but my plan aka pretty please with all fingers crossed will only work if I train at maximum effort and take on the right nutrition plan. I suppose this is the part where I should come clean and admit I know a small amount about each – already I can tell this is going to be an interesting training plan!

I’ve had mixed response from the people I’ve told so far – my family really don’t want me to do it and think I’m bat crazy to even think it’s possible without serious injury. However a couple of people have been really encouraging and to be honest that’s just what I need. There is no guarantee that it will be ok, there is no guarantee that I won’t pick up a serious injury, there is no guarantee that I’ll finish the race, heck I can’t even promise that I’ll make it to race day without a catastrophic injury from training but what I can do is give it my all and make sure every run, every weight session and every boot camp counts.

There are no certainties with any of this – as I write this I keep shaking my head thinking what are you doing you crazy crazy lady. But hey #operationyummymummy is all about my limits and where’s the fun without the challenge? So who’s with me for the mayhem of the next 29 days as I train for a half marathon – oh yes the great big 13.1 miles of elephant in the room!

Last night Cas from Mummy Never Sleeps tagged me (in an evil manner I may add!!) for the Room 101 linky.
I love how Cas gave the brilliant explanation of what Room 101 is – from it’s creation by Orwell in 1984 as a room that houses your deepest, darkest, nightmares and how it was adopted by the Aunty Beeb and made over into a TV program where people – some may call celebrities picked three things send to hell. Thanks Cas because you saved me a good few hours of procrastination on the web while I googled the life out of Room 101 only to come up with an explanation pretty similar!

I’m not going to lie, when I was first tagged I was pretty sure that I’d have no trouble at all in coming up with three things I’d like to banish for all eternity, however this afternoon my desk at work became a shrine to the sticky note as I tried to whittle it down from 40 (yes there was at one point 40 sticky notes dotted around my screen today!) to a solid 3. Drumroll please….

I’m not even sure you can send a mouth action to Room 101 but oh well I just have! Ok so I admit I’m guilty of the odd tutting myself and that’s why I hate them oh so much; they’re contagious, or actually the rudeness that they imply is contagious. I’m no shrinking violet when it comes to voicing my annoyance and that’s probably why I’m so against tutting – it’s a coward’s moan, ruder than a sigh but not as forthright as an ‘Excuse Me!’

As a London girl this surely is of no surprise. I’m still yet to be convinced as to the point of their existence (Before you all start ringing the bird police, no I’m not saying they should be killed!); I simply wish their mere existence could be wiped from living memory. The streets would be cleaner, car windscreens would be safer and I would be able to trot along Embankment at lunchtime without the constant preemptive ducking and diving trying to avoid a physical sticky moment with one of those rats with wings! I’m pretty sure not a single one of you could object to this one!

Ok a little bit weird, granted but bear with me. I don’t actually want to send earphones to Room 101 just the ones that don’t work or just their general temperamental design. One ear works, both ear works, neither ear works! The sight of me running around the streets of where I live must be enough of a spectacle to the locals but chuck in the all too familiar sight of me twizzling the cord just so I can listen to a little classic Beyonce to help scale Mount Rose Hill and you have one crazy lady in action! Surely it’s not that hard to develop pair of in ear speakers that work, have a decent volume range and last more than a week before they conk out!

So there you have it, my case for Room 101. There’s nothing there that brings a promise of world peace, or ending childhood disease; just three little things that would put a spring in my step.

As per the Room 101 linky hosted by the lively Helen from Stickers, Stars and Smiles I’m tagging

Jo from The adequate Parent

Annie from Mammasaurus

Emma from Me, The Man and The Baby

Let me know what you think of my choices, I’d love to hear what your candidates for Room 101 are!