Well I might've gone a bit gushy, but I am certainly not a hun, merely pleased with the state of my status quo. And we've just booked our holiday. I'll demonstrate this right now through creative language.
DS decided to wake at 3 (so we fared better than I expected). We gave baby nurofen, calamine lotion (urgh) and bastard milk. He still wouldn't settle. DP decamped to the spare bed, lucky git. DS decided that what he really wanted to do, now at 4am, was play with the shitting Dalek figurine. FOR AN HOUR.
Hope the eczema's calmed down some, eco. I hate eczema now. It is the worst thing ever. Worse even than poonamis.
Gerry we have to take a full week off nursery. Ho hum, I hate paying for services not received! Maybe I should defect to a childminder...
Work wise I would want to know what safeguards the company has in place. If they are satisfactory then hell yes, go. But be mindful that maybe he's worried about missing his gorgeous wife and daughter - a month is a long time for a bloke with a young family. FWIW DP works for a company that provides cheap and fast construction - so they're currently working in a lot of squeaky bum type places, and I think they're currently trying to get a contract in Iraq. Like Stormy says every job has its dangers, and I'd have a lot of reservations if DP were asked to go to somewhere like a place that may or may not rhyme with Beepit or Gribbia. But I know folk who wouldn't think twice.
Day in for us I think. DS has turned into a barnacle baby, but we may venture out for a walk to save my sanity.