Evening .
I've been trying to post since this morning, but between DH and DS - aarghhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Went shopping this morning, can't remember what for, but basically it ended with DH and I screaming at each other and a traffic warden trying to break up the fight.
It was a VERY windy day.
Firstly, we went to withdraw money for the builder who completed some work on the house whilst we were away. Only 1 person serving (ON A SODDING SATURDAY). I told her we wanted to withdraw some money, she gave me a look and then asked how much. After asking for £650 of our own money, she told me (DH apparently knew we couldn't take out our own money when we wanted) that we could only take out £300 and that we would have to arrange in advance for a larger sum. Then when I presented my card, she had a go at me for not signing my card and then not carrying any ID . DH then stepped in and clarified that it was a joint account (should DH and I ever split, I'm fucked - everything is in his name and he deals with the money side of things) and showed his ID, which included an unsigned credit card and she then had a go at him (he maintains that he did sign the card, but the signature rubbed off).
So then we (I was in Starbucks buying a tall chocolate cream frappachino) made the mistake of going into the Early Learning Centre. DH showed DS a toy and DS immediately started crying when DH tried taking it off him, he was inconsolable - and so was DS. So of course we ended up having to buy it (Whizzy Mountain with 3 free construction cars) and as of yet DS hasn't really played with it, but DH and I have and it's great. Afterall that's why childrens toys were invented - for mums and dads to play with .
Sorry, I've just seen 2 great big spiders and DH has just seen 1 also - all within 30 minutes. He stepped on them all. My skin is crawling and I don't think I'll be sleeping tonight. First sodding wasps and now spiders, you get less insects in a tropical rainforest.
Anyway, where was I - oh yes...
So DH and I returned to the car to be met by a lovely traffic warden (I actually really like them - I have a very sadistic side). He had written a ticket and was just about to apply it to the windowscreen when DH started to go into a blind panic. We'd brought a ticket and DH had asked me to put it in view on the dashboard, which being the good wife I am, I did. So you'd think that would be the first place he looked, but in a panic he started tearing the car apart and had a go at me. I then started screaming that I did put the ticket on the dashboard and that the strong wind must have blown it. DH then found the parking ticket a bit further down the dashboard. He didn't apologise to me, which then made me even madder and at that point, the traffic warden had to step in.
Following this we went to Waitrose to buy a load of organic food for DS, but before we could do this, we had to park. However, all the parent and child spaces were taken up by men with mid life crisis and flashy sports cars, supposedly disabled people (it's amazing what passes as being disabled these days) and the ignorant elderly (usually a woman). So after circling the car park for 15 minutes a space became available, DH was just about to indicate when a woman in about her 50s manouvered into it. Before DH could say or do anything I got out the car and caught the attention of the woman. I informed her that parent and child spaces were for parents with children. Not 50 somethings dressed as 20 somethings wearing far too much make-up. I further informed her that she was a dispicable human being and reminded her that what goes around, comes around or what comes around goes around (I can never remember which way around that saying is said). She was not happy and walked off. The point was made.
We then visited DH parents. For a refreshing change, they didn't try to take DS off us as soon as we walked through the door. We were chatting about Cornwall, DS and other general stuff when DH's father started telling us the football scores off teletext. He does this everytime and it's baffling as neither DH or I like football or know anything about it. Then DH's mother started worrying about DS when I put him on the floor to crawl. She kept covering all the corners on furniture etc and tried to make DS sit with toys that she wanted him to play with. Normally I would have tried to compete for DS affection, but it's a lost cause and I'm just going to focus on DC#2 (IF THAT EVER HAPPENS). It really pissed off DH and I, we would rather he explored and received a few knocks etc so that he learned.
And on top of all of this, I made the mistake of taking another test - a BFN. I've absolutely no idea what is going on with my body. Something should have happened by now.