Hope you're feeling better boo and gen and green and sparks and anyone else who has hurt their back / tummy / ligaments / broken a nail...
And are you feeling any less pg smegs?
I've been trying to stock up on some baby things over the weekend. What a mare. Americans almost entirely seem to find out the gender of the baby, so there is nothing neutral in the shops. Even once I've had a baby, I love a little baby in plain white things, but you just can't buy them it would seem. But you can buy little baseball outfits that say things like 'Mommy's little pitcher' . Vom tastic. And they cost like $25. Why oh why. So I'm treating myself with a trip to the knitting shop having rediscovered my knitting mojo with gusto. I was wandering round the house on saturday night looking for knitting like a junky looking for a fix. Or something.
Then yesterday was a laugh out loud ridiculous firago of a debacle. First we had to go to a party with some new friends of ours. It's their 3 year old's bday, and they don't know any other little children apart from ours, because the mum resolutely refuses to join in with anything or go to any groups, and then gets all resentful of me because I don't want to hang out with her the whole time because I'm actually quite busy. Her husband works with mine, but god only knows what he does because he seems singularly incompetent.
Anyway, the party was chaos. She got drunk, wouldn't let anyone leave until they'd done presents and cake (we'd been there from 2 until 6 by this point) then she fell up the stairs with the cake and burst into tears. I don't cope well with emotional types being entirely repressed myself .
So eventually we got to come home where my BiL was waiting. He proceeded to get really drunk (there's a theme here) and completely wind the children up, kept asking if he could go to the shop (no way was he driving anywhere) for me and when I asked him to pick up some toys, he fell asleep on the floor. All of which time I was making dinner. By the time MrWhim had talked the boys down from their cake / uncle high, BiL was asleep (and snoring) in bed. Then Mr Whim announced he'd had loads of pasties at the party and wasn't really hungry. So by the time I got to eat, I was on my own and it was 9pm.
Phew, I feel better for that. I can't even rant on FB about it because BiL's wife, who I've only met about 3 times, has friended me since we moved out here.
Anyway, I'm clearly a bad person so I better go to the wool shop because everyone knows knitting is good for the soul. Have a nice day y'all.