Oh, isn’t that how you spell it? Okay, poor mumma – ouchie ouchie ouch. It’s Bella here and I’m writing today’s post because mumma can’t. She’s in bed.

We all missed Bubba so much last night, but it was probably good timing that she slept over at her carer’s house (where she slept for almost 12 straight hours – way to go little sister) because mumma has been scratching!

Like we do when we have an itch that just won’t go away. But for a couple of days. Scratching scratching, trying not to scratch, scratching. Rubbing instead of scratching. She keeps wanting us to help her look for reasons she might be itchy. We don’t have fleas, there aren’t any bed bugs (eeeeiiiwwwww, as if there would be in our house mumma – you’re such a clean freak person who loves to wash and keep things clean). No mumma, you don’t have any marks on your skin. Except for that bruise where you’ve been ‘not scratching’.

So after Mumma dropped Bubba off yesterday morning she went to the doctor. Which is lucky because the doctor told her she had to come home and rest with us for a couple of days and try not to do anything other than take lots of medicine and rest and drink lots of water. Woo hoo for us. But boo for mumma. She has something called shingles.

I thought singles were things that went on top of your house somewhere, but in mummas they are things that make your nerve endings hurt and are like chicken pox – even though she’s only got a couple of teeny tiny little spots. The doctor says being stressed and tired and run down brings them on. She should really take a leaf out of Beary and my book. We know how to have fun then rest then have fun all over again.

Last night I was giving mumma loves. And even though she didn’t think anything about giving me scratchies, it was really a good plan by me. If she was giving me scratchies, then she wasn’t scratching herself. Clever huh?

Unlike Bubba, mumma didn’t sleep very well last night. She kept having nightmares about sad things about Bubba and me and Beary. Lucky we were there to give her loves every time she woke up.

We will look after her today and will be glad when our Bubba is home tonight. Maybe when we’re all in the house together again she won’t have bad dreams about horrible things happening to us. And hopefully she’ll feel a little better and the medicine will take some of her ouchies away too.

We’re going to give her lots of loves – that should make her feel better soon. Her loves always make us feel better.