Urgh. Shred day8. I feel sick. Everything hurts. I've pulled muscles I didn't even know I had.
We got things sorted here, thank you to everyone for your support. After avoiding me all day he finally admitted that he was embarassed because he'd overreacted, and actually I was right, he probably wouldn't be able to come as it's the weekend before we're supposed to open. Not a grovelling apology, but good enough for me.
TSC, you are a saint! I am dreading when Gwiffle is big enough for men to start checking her out. I remember when I was a teenager and I was desperate for men to look at me- when I think about the way I used to act and dress I want to die. I was sooo precocious. Will you post a picture when the big day finally rolls around so we can all check out dd and her shoes?
Maybe we should all post our prom/ ball pictures to our FB group?! I hat looking at mine, I was such a wierd teenager. All my friends looked totally cool and sexy (in an Essexy way) and I looked like something out of Jane Austen.
I had a good giggle at all the toddler fun and it reminded me. Those of you with little girls, do you find that they (how can I put this delicately?) fiddle with their lady bits a lot? Every time I change G's nappy her hands are straight down there and she's started crying when i Say "no" and take them off. I don't know if this is usual for babies of her age, or whether she might have thrush or something. Can babies that young even get thrush?
We went to see DH's parents tonight, as it was his mother's 80th birthday. they're both soooo old and frail- his dad is 90. I don't think either of them will make it to the end of the year and on the way back I could see DH trying to reconcile himself with the knowledge that it might be the last time we see them. His mother had a heart attack last month and had to have major surgery, and his father was barely concious the whole time. I feel so useless, because I've never lost anyone- his parents are older than my grandparents and my parents are younger than two of H's 3 brothers. I so worried that when the inevitable happens I will fail to support him the way he needs.