I wwf'd luis a few days ago, while having my arse severely whooped again and he said he is fine.
Today has been difficult. DD1 spent the first half of the afternoon walloping LO over the head with any weapon to hand (the dog wouldn't play though, which was very disappointin). After her three minute punishment was extended to an hour (she kept coming off the naughty step and having another go) DH took her to the supermarkt which by all accounts was a never again fiasco. Constantly bolting and throwing stuff off shelves 'she didn't want to sit in the trolley seat' (ha! I'd prefer she screamed her way round in the seat than run rampage but anyway, this is why I do most supermarket shopping online but at least he bought me my sanpro and the super dooper nivea shower conditioner so limited the bollocking). Anyway she was sent to my bed in disgrace after being a real pita all evening, but LO decided the undivided attention was great so has only just deigned to be put to bed.
DH has buggered off to bed 'exhausted' and I am sat on the terrace with the dog thinking hmm, just a few precious years ago I would be out living it up in Parisian bars having a great time. Then I remember that (a) I'm too knackered and ridden with health issues and (b) when I was in Paris I was under the thumb of my cuntish ex and every evening out was either with him which ended with some kind of brawl, or on my own with friends which invariably ended early because of his multiple phone calls to check I wasn't cheating.
So in all I'm quite happy here, with thedog, on the terrace.