Looby, my boys both do that thing with the labels, even the 7yo, but not so much lately though. But when he does it, he usually twiddles the label on his boxers, so to everyone else he looks like he's scratching his bum! And talking of toys in every room, I've recently decreed my bedroom to be a toy free zone. Apparently that makes me the meanest mummy on earth, but I need a little sanctory somewhere. Besides, what with getting up in the night 20 times to go to the loo, all their toys were causing me a hazard and a few stubbed toes.
Anyway, I've been a brave girlie today. I had to go to the dentist to have 2 fillings. (Anyone else having trouble with teeth while pregnant? Years ago I remember my mum warning me to look after them if I ever have babies because about half of hers crumbled when she was pregnant with me and my twin db.) She (dentist) asked if I was on any medication, so I told her I was pregnant and on all sorts so she says it would be safer to have a go without local anaesthetic, and that if it got too painful she'll give it to me. And waaheeyyy - I managed to get to the end without the la! I'm so proud of myself! Silly I know, but I think I achieved something there. The funny thing was I have an image that I use when things are stressful, that I tried to use today, and that is the memory of the time I was sailing off the coast of Jamaica in a catamaran, I'm laying on the rope netting slung between the hulls, and dolphins are swimming just inches beneath me, I can reach out to touch them. The thing is I couldn't make this imagary stick, every time the drill started, I had visions of Dustin Hoffman in the Marathon Man. Typical. But I got through it, so I'm really chuffed with myself.
Got to fly now, to pick up dses from their grandparents. Oh and why is it, since being 'diabetic' that my MIL gives me bucketfuls of chocolate for the boys everytime I see her? She says she gives it to me because she knows I probably won't buy it for them (she's right, I only let them buy sweets with their pocket money, once a week). And she doesn't want to give it straight to them, so she gives it to me to ration out. In 2 weeks, she's given them a 2kg box of quallity street, 2 huge packs of jelly babies, 2 big boxes of jaffa cakes and 16 (yes 16) packets of maltesers. She never did this before I had a problem with diabetes, so why stuff all this chocolate in my face now. You'd think she'd know better, she's f*cking diabetic herself!!!!!! Sorry, I shouldn't rant here, I should go to AIBU instead!
Anyway, hi to you all, and have a lovely day.