Caz - poor you feeling so sick
Kitty - sorry I shouldn't have asked such personal questions on a Saturday morning (specially not on a such a sunny morning ). My Mum's just never been there for me when I really need her. Only when it suits her - she's extremely fickle; hope I'm not like that. Like you, I kind of accept it in order to "get over" it, but that means I'm accepting the fact she's not there. So I think I understand what you mean about your Mum.
Sent my Big Sis an e-mail this morning referring to our Mum as "she who never calls me, even when I'm PG and bleeding" - bit melodramatic but it worked as my Mum called this evening and apologised for never ringing - ha ha. Told her I felt neglected - it'll make a difference for two weeks, then she'll revert back to her true self
We're really "lucky" to live near Kew Gardens - I say that but we have a mega mega mortgage which means I have to work full time. I love living here (brill' schools, river, parks etc) but wonder sometimes what it would be like to live somewhere cheaper; somewhere where you're not surrounded by yummy mummies and loud mouther high acheivers In fact I really wish I could wangle a council house here - that would be an idea solution!!
Step Mum had to give us a lift back from Kew as my pelvis was sore - feel like an old cripple. It must be awful to have spd - I really feel for those of you who have it and have to hobble very carefully when PG.
DD walked when she was 9 months and if we tried to assist her, she would wave her arms round angrily shrieking "no, no, no!" - very independent. She used to look like a funny little midget (am I allowed to say that?) tottering about.
Whoowhoo - that attack was very recent - not surprising you still feel . What a little arsehole - (proud of you for shoving him though ) - really I do sometimes think conscription would solve the problem of all these yobs hanging around intimidating people. I really wouldn't like to inflict them on the Afghans, Iraquis or Lebanese either, but do think the discipline element would sort them out a bit. They'd learn a few skills in the army too - like how to sew on buttons and polish their own shoes
Diva - sorry I had to laugh at your dream - I know it wasn't meant to be funny. It was the idea of your evil ex sneakily planting a porno mag to get your DP in trouble
Penny - I used to go to NCT sales, they are totally mad aren't they? I got some fabulous clothes for DS when he was little from one NCT sale, including a small mustard coloured shirt with black and white dogs on, which is my all time favourite item of children's clothing. I got a baby bjorn at one too, which I used and will use again next year.
Hopw everyone else had a good day in the sun today (and those in warmer climes too )