I am home! It has taken me 2 fucking hours to catch up on here!
Lovely day meeting Chasing and the super little Oscar! Long journey ignores fact it was my own fucking fault for going the wrong fucking way. For 25 miles. but worth the trek! O slept the majority of the way there, I woke him for a feed mid way, but he went back to sleep after!
O was a star - both were! We had no meltdowns ignores the one on the way home for 30 miles of screaming til I got to some services to stop in and take him out the seat, only for him to poo then sit back in his seat cuddling a coke bottle?!. There were plenty of smiles and chattering from both!
I'm not sure I actually shut up for more than, oooh, 3 seconds. Who'd have thunked it eh?!
I love your place chasing, tis beautiful.
But where the fuck were those wipes? Good job I took some! 2 poos today. How privledged!
I came home to a very clingy DP, and a fairly pristine house! He even washed the bedding, ironed it, put it back on, and put the lights around the bed so the bed looks rather inviting.
I wonder what he could want....hmmmm?!
I did the dream feed chasing. Actually, it was less dreamy than I imagined, given he woke the fuck up on arrival home! Still, he took it, and went in the cot happily! I am hoping. Hoping, praying, and performing charms over the cot!
PR Sometimes I suspect we are one. That is how I feel about swearing. I have no problem using it in day to day language, but swearing aggressively at someone unless it is at another driver safely behind locked car doors! is not something I would do. But asking where the fuck the remote is. That's fine. 
Speaking of other drivers. I saw about 8 near misses today. Idiot drivers, doing idiot things. Saw a few cars doing the lane change, both in to middle lane, and almost hitting each other. I hate that. Also, I was in the outside lane, overtaking a line of 4 cars, I was doing 70mph. When I started the manoeuvre, there were no cars behind me. As I passed the second car, a van changed from the middle lane and came right up my arse, and flashed his fucking lights. And signaled at me to move over. There were lots of sweary words and hand gestures from me
. I'm not sure he had ever encountered such verociousness from a woman
. I excelled myself thanks to sweary wednesday!.
Where the fuck he thought I could move over to, I have no idea. But just because he wanted to travel at 100mph, does not give him the fucking right to drive so close to my bumper that I see the inside of his fucking nose, and smell his fucking farts. And flashing was like a red rag to a bull.
I have serious road rage all the time occasionally. 