Right, I have but a few mins to myself before I am being collected for the next massive house sesh. So annoying to lose that post last night. And yeah, Rubes, MIL was just sitting on the other end of the sofa but was engrossed in her sudoku. Being with her from first thing in the morn until last thing at night is doing my swede in, of which more later...
Jam, that sounds like a pretty hardcore day yesterday - hope today is better!
KP - hope I haven't missed you! I know you will miss DD horribly (I am already fretting about when I am in hospital and won't see DD from the Tuesday until the Friday evening as she is going to the babysitter) but it's a gorgeous time of year to be in NY and I hope you manage to have a bit of fun too. 'Twill flash by!
Avo, I was going to provide you with a low-carb picnic, seems like the least I can do! If you felt you could do the radiatiors, that would be fab. My sister did some and some radiators are new so I think there are only three to do. If you're sure!
Rubes, painting day is Weds but I won't hear of you exerting yourself, you have too much on. I would so love to see you before I have DD2, though, and if DP is in Reading in the next couple of weeks and you felt you could face coming in, perhaps we can work something out. And thank you for the kind offer of the vests, etc, which I would love, assuming DD2 doesn't turn out to be a total biffer and therefore too big for them
I haven't looked at those FB pics of DD for yonks but the little red coat was from Baby Zara in 2008 - maybe there's one on Ebay?
Sybs, I must apologise for tarnishing your good name by telling everyone you got pregnant on the coil when you didn't! I got muddled, obv. I am semi-persuaded by what you say but still feeling a bit of a scaredy cat about it...
Nolda, hope your DD's first day panned out ok. And extremely glad to hear that the ADs may be helping you a bit.
Sorry about the flat, Spot. Finding a house is a lot like finding a bloke - you have to kiss a lot of frogs, keep thinking you've found the right one when you haven't, etc. Don't give up hope. And congrats on the mention in the Daily Evil! That's so brill as it has such a wide reach.
Bless your little DS2, Veg. And "kick the ball" - what a boy!
Beans, that is a bugger about the purse. I love wellies on tots. Urbane's DD had some super cute yellow ones on at the meet up.
As to MIL, I must be more generous about her. Ok, she is nosey and a bit critical, but I genuinely think she cares and means well. But she puts the worst possible complexion on everything and it is horribly wearing. Almost everything she says makes me want to snarl and I have to respond with a patient smile. For instance, she will say "Oooh, it is such a shame your novel wasn't sold. It's an awful pity you wasted all that time, I am so disappointed for you." I see that she is trying to be nice. But actually it's one of the few achievements in my life of which I am rightfully proud, and it may yet be sold anyway. Or: "You do realise you won't be able to go gallivanting off to London when you have two children, don't you, so best to prepare yourself" or telling me that DD has a lisp (she hasn't, but even if she had, no reason to say it in the sort of tone one would use if she had Bubonic Plague
) Also, she speaks in baby talk. Feeties, socklets, trousies, cheekies... But not just about DD, but about HERSELF. Am I precious to find it unbearable? Probably I am. We all do it a bit, I am sure. But having to hear a 70something wittering about finding her sockie socklets early in the morning is a cruel and unusual punishment. When we were at the house yesterday, she started telling me some family history, predominantly about her parents. Not only did it take two hours - TWO HOURS! - but it was a lurid, Monty Pythonesque tale which made Angela's Ashes look like The Swiss Family Robinson: toddlers being burned to death in housefires due to the negligence of the 4 yr old minding them; child beatings and subsequent disfigurement; being snuffed out overnight in 'flu epidemics; suffering at the hands of various employers; having to escape from evil guardians and walking hundreds of miles...I could go on. All this in a quavery Peter Cook voice. I sent her and DD home at 2.50 yesterday, I couldn't take any more and DD needed a nap. So I was bloody annoyed when DP got home after 5 and DD had not been put in her cot. When I phoned at 6.45 she was still asleep, of course, so then she had to be woken up for supper. If I hadn't called, heaven knows what time MIL would have let her sleep until. And of course we have got "Eat up! Iggle Piggle eats his breakfast, he is a GOOD BOY!" Sorry for the big rant and rave, after I said I was going to be generous! Right, must dry my locks, she'll be here to pick me up in a mo...