I have had a busy screamy day with both nippers today. MrP is currently upstairs rocking begging Clyde to sleep.
meds Middle of the bed? Oh, how I laughed, ha ha ha!
Yep, that's Clyde's favourite sleeping place still at 14 months!
Are you understanding the desperation that led to tent sechs?
All this cheese talk is making me homesick for the Dales. Swaledale, Wensleydale... you would think much more fondly of the cheeses if you had been to these places and held them in your heart. (But I'll keep my favourite dale a secret .. Littondale.. oh whoops!
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silv A yokel? Moi?
I am missing you cossiemodo. I have a heap of friend requests I have to catch up with now that I'm finally on the 'puter.
Oh, and good news: after 6 friggin' weeks since the verbal offer I have finally agreed terms wif the new job today. I start the Monday we get back from poo's party. Terrified.
But proud of myself for standing my ground and forcing them to offer me a measly £5k more than the max they said they could. They should be thrilled. After all, negotiation skills are part of the job requirements.
Their argument was - I had been on a two year maternity break so couldn't expect more than their original offer.
I came up with a few choicely worded arguments... After all, £5k is a lot of child care.
Oh, and I spoke to a young French nanny housekeeper today about possibly doing 2 days per week. MrP thinks it's a brilliant idea. Should I be worried?