Getting there love my dc are great. I sat them down and quite bluntly told them what a financial hole I was in (not figures as that would scare them needlessly/get repeated/not understand), and how things would improve if I worked. I'm missing just 1.5hrs of them a day, as they are all in school and I still do the morning drop off. The summer holls will be different/difficult. But my girls are big and independent, and ds sticks to dp like glue anyway.
Dp is another matter. He stresses to me how busy he is and tells me, in detail, all the little jobs he is doing (that I have just always done without fuss, medals and praise). To prove how busy he is. I keep telling him that as long as he picks the kids up from school, his time is his own. I hope he calms down about it all.
Just popping out for milk, and salt. How do you run out of salt? Not a grain in the house! And we need some for making a garlic bread for tea. I'll get pastries too probably. And wet fog food.
The trade off of the box style room size still doesn't do it for me. I prefer the kooky older houses, where you might find a pantry or something cool in. In a way, like cag I'm kinda glad I had a choice of 3, a second floor flat in the dc's schools village, a terraced house in the village my storage unit is in with a concrete yard, or a 3 bed delapidated semi with a huge garden, 9 miles away from civilisation. They were the only 3 properties I could afford outright after I sold my old house and split the profit with my ex. He bought a boat and a jag 