It was Mrsthedog's birthday yesterday, we also got a bit really fucking stressed about some of our friends who are kindly buying a changing bag as a gift but seeming so disorganised and keeping me out the loop with it.
In the midst of all this we decided we really looked forwards (a long way forwards, maybe a year and a bit) to when she and I can grab a lovely bottle of whiskey or gin (single malt or hendriks) and can leave Schrodenberg to the grandparents so that we can have a night away somewhere to have a lovely good drink together. We then also thought that we would probably end up having one each and falling asleep
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The thing with the changing bag is trying to rep mrsthedog out of the loop but trying to reassure her it'll all be okay. Then the people who have 'gone in on it' together obviously want to be there to see her get it but that is a logistical nightmare. I came close to buying a changing bag so we would have two so that mrsthedog wouldn't worry. It came to symbolise the 'how out of control' we feel about the whole shebang and yet actually it's just some really nice people being really lovely and understandably not realising we are were going mental with our neuroticness.
I've then had to have conversations with my sister, who is amazing, about not wanting 'nice' surprises. There are too many surprises coming our way already. She then tries to reassure me and tell me I/we shouldn't stress about this or that. When I actually don't want reassuring, I can't be reassured. I just need to vent sometimes.
Thank fuck goodness for you lot. Oh and I just worked out how to use Strikethrough. Can you tell? Posted this on Facebook when MN wasn't ;letting me.