Wow, maternity leave is so restful! I have just had the most dreadful day...
Peaceful weekend, weirdly enough, with dp away at posho wedding and dd1 away from Sat afternoon at her mate's (after successfully using loo, big hugs all round, etc etc). Until he got back - shellshocked from Posho Overdose - after six hours' drive, and shortly afterwards dd1 got back wailing and weeping from her friend's and kept wailing for a few hours and wailed in the night shouting DADDYDADDYDADDY GOWAY MUMMY three times in the small hours. Needless to say poor old dp was shattered in the morning, especially since the babe woke up at 5 and I brought her into bed to feed and we then crashed out; he tried for a few minutes' extra kip and therefore got timing horribly wrong when he did get up. At 7.30 I was feeding dd2 again (trying for a set feed of 7.15 or a bit later, as that'll be her last feed before going to childminder's in five weeks' time) and heard dp sounding more and more irate with dd1 (he isn't very good at saying firmly RIGHT THAT'S IT) and I agreed to take her to childminder's...which meant finishing feeding, changing dd2, dressing her, dressing me, wee-ing and dressing dd1, getting us downstairs, grabbing something to eat for me (yogurt out of the carton, no time for essential life-restoring caffeine) and out of the door in TWENTY MINUTES.
Got back, grabbed caffeine and sarnie (using up the not very nice Bresse Bleu cheese in our fridge), said hello to Janis the cleaner, paid her, bogged off again to walk to Lewisham (a fair distance) to try and get kiddiclothes, somewhat hampered by the fact I'm not sure what we actually need (some clothes in attic, others have been returned to sis because of her new baby) but a nice walk in the park, fed her in park, got to shops and pootled round and bought stuff also for new nephew although it's technically a girl's top, walked back, pretty knackered by now, babe wailing hungrily, got to our doorstep and....no keys. I'd not had to check as I left because J was here, but no idea where they might be as they are usually always in my bag. Big panic. Sat on doorstep to feed baby in manner disturbingly reminiscent of someone begging on the London Underground. Phoned do on my mobile, with robot voice continually telling me YOUR CALLING CREDIT IS RUNNING LOW, he suggested tracking down J for spare pair, ended up in house of neighbour over the road who does have J's mobile number and texted her, and waited anxiously. By this time it was about 3pm and I'd had no lunch apart from my/Miriam's emergency organic cereal bars. Also realised we were due a Sainsbury's delivery so dashed back to leave note on our door.
Finally J arrived, I got into house closely followed by Sainsbury's delivery, unpacked it noting that dp had bought lots of things we already have AND more sodding Bresse Bleu cheese, managed to eat something myself before going completely doolally, finally started to write this very same post, realised had to feed baby and get back to childminder's....
... Oh, and finished the day by breaking my watchstrap.
Am now going to have shower, and watch video of Waking the Dead over large glass of red and some chocolate.