Underwear Heaven

Don't worry, I am not going to give you too much information and there certainly will not be a photo! After Robbie's recent problems with itchy and irritated legs we have finally found a solution. Having researched the matter on the internet it seemed that sports underwear may provide offer some protection from the irritating fabric of his suit. So Thursday morning found me at a large sports store having an excruciatingly embarrassing conversation about the correct size to buy with a male assistant who looked implausibly young. I bought the said garment, just one pair as they were scarily expensive and I wasn't sure that they would work. Robbie wasn't too sure at first, but having showed off his new knickers to my son he decided to give them a try. Our son says he will need years of therapy to recover!! On Friday Robbie rang me to say that he was in underwear heaven, apparently the new 'smalls' are perfect, like a second skin. We have now ordered more pairs, so I hope we will hear a lot less about sore legs in the coming weeks.

The Quest for Perfect Pants

For someone who claims to love being naked Robbie manages to get very up tight about his pants. Several weeks before Christmas we decided that Robbie absolutely had to have a new suit for work. The trousers belonging to his favourite suit were becoming rather see through - not a good look, and the jacket of his other work suit had something odd going on with the collar that made him look as if he had no neck. So rather reluctantly we had to break open the piggy bank and beat the VAT rise. Nothing is ever simple when it comes to dressing Robbie and when the suit arrived the trousers didn't fit quite as well as he'd hoped, so they were returned and the replacement order was delayed by the heavy snow. We finally collected the new trousers after Christmas So Monday was the first chance Robbie had to wear his new suit to work - and that is when the trouble began!

When he chose a wool blend suit I pointed out the risk of irritation, but Robbie assured me that he was not sensitive to wool and there was no risk of it making him itch. The suit had other ideas! Robbie arrived home on Monday evening walking like John Wayne, he made it as far as the kitchen before removing his trousers and inviting me to feel his legs. I have seen worse but I had to agree that there was a hint of redness probably caused by the trousers. I prescribed some E45 cream, but Robbie didn't seem keen on getting cream on his hands and I didn't offer to rub it in for him, so his legs remained uncreamed until bed time. Every half an hour or so he got up from his chair and plodded over in his pants to ask me to look at his legs, there was nothing much to see but they were obviously causing him some discomfort. I spent the evening searching online for the perfect pair of pants to remedy the problem and he finally settled on some rather attractive sports underwear from his beloved Marks and Spencer. He intended to make an urgent visit to M&S the next day. So when I plodded off to bed I was hopeful that the solution to the problem was within reach.

We were rather late going to bed and as always I was trying to get to sleep before Robbie arrived. He sat gnome like on the bed contemplating his inner thighs. I urged him to put some E45 cream on his legs and then settle down and get some sleep, my sympathy was fast being eroded by exhaustion. He asked me to get him the cream so I got out of bed and passed it to him then I snuffled back under the covers, clearly it was going to be a long night. After what seemed like hours I out from the covers to see Robbie dispensing a pea sized portion of cream on to one finger and then attempting to rub it in with just one finger. I urged him to get a sensible amount of cream and rub it in with his whole hand or neither of us would get any sleep. He must have taken my advice because he eventually got into bed, but almost as soon as he settled down he started to make strange noises, like a whimper mixed with a groan. Apparently the cream was making his legs sting even more, unbelievably he was asleep within a few minutes but his legs still seemed to have a life of their own. By the time I got to sleep it was time to wake up again, suddenly single beds seem a very attractive option!

Running Late - Again! 03.01.07

The children went back to school today. Sam got his bag ready last night and made sure he packed his new book for boys to show to his friend. All his uniform was washed, ironed and ready for him and I felt sure that no unexpected little problems could hold us up this morning. Of course I was wrong! Sam got up looking rather bleary eyed and he had a large perfectly round red sore in the middle of his chin, just below his lower lip. It looked suspiciously like ringworm, but there hadn't been a trace of it last night. Some meaningful questioning followed and Sam explained at length (he is just like Robbie!) that it was the result of an experiment. Apparently he had wondered what would happen if held a bottle against his chin and forced the air out, the resulting suction had caused the sore on his chin! Having failed to wash the sore off, Sam spent more than ten minutes in the make up department (Laura's Bedroom) while she applied skin cream and concealer to his chin!

We had already been delayed by Sam's chin and I urged him to put his school shoes on and hurry up. He had assured me last night that his shoes were clean and ready for school. When he put them on they looked as if he had recently crossed a ploughed field in then, in fact half a field was still stuck to them. We had to stop and clean his shoes, so despite all my plans we were late leaving the house and as usual my blood pressure was sky high. In the car I was treated to Sam's explanation concerning the state of his shoes. It was good even by Sam's standards. He said that he had to wear them in the garden because his rabbit had escaped from her hutch and she didn't want to be caught. I reminded him that he has wellies and old trainers for going into the garden. With a completely straight face he explained that the rabbit preferred his black shoes and he thought that if he wore them the rabbit would let him catch her. She didn't (but more about that tomorrow).