Def. no sleeping here, Sunflower!
DD awake at 5am; takes me about 20 mins to come round fully (all the time worrying about vegetables, WTF??? Why is it when you wake up you think the weirdest things???). Anyway, once I'd finished worrying about carrot sticks, I realised my PFB was chattering away to herself, so I wiggle my boob in her face, hoping she'll drop off. It's dark outside, and DH has hidden the alarm clock , so no idea of time... Anyway, after what seems like an age, she starts to bite as well as babble [ouch], so I figure I may as well get up... It's 5.25!!
Well, turns out she had done a MASSIVE poo (I guess I missed all the grunting and nnnrrrggghhhing while I was angsting over chopped veg): I suppose I wouldn't want to sleep either with cold, slimy poo on my arse.
Well, that's it, we're up. Or rather, now I'm up, and she's asleep again in the sling.
Hooray.
Hey - Bucharest - I meant to say - PMSL at the thought of you as an IREM rep. That whole situation is pretty unpleasant. The British position is just so, well, contradictory and illogical.
It's snowed again here.