Wotta funny you mention it, I had a night exactly like that
! Many years ago before the time of motherhood I insisted on a rock hard mattress. Lovely when you are made up from solid muscle and functioning joints. Not quite so lovely when you have a flopping stomach and the vague beginnings of SPD in your hips. Add that to the minor issue that the toddler decided to get up and scream at 2.15am, and keep it up until 4am and you will get a picture of the night I've had. If the cleaner wasn't back from holiday today and pitching up in half an hour I'd still be in bed. Everyone else is. Third world problem I guess....
As for the toddle, after water, milk, cuddles, calpol, pacing, minor despair and more cuddles we figured she was cold. She was. One 2.5tog sleeping bag later and she was snoring away happy as larry. Why didn't we try that first?!
Eco I hope you missed the weather when passing through these ere parts. We have certainly had our fair share of weather. Our fields are a bit flooded, and the drive is minus about half its gravel. More third world problems.... I probably ought to leave it there before the MN police come and get me.
DH is at home today, courtesy of being semi unemployed. He's technically on gardening leave, but still closing off various deals, and has been persuaded to work 50 days a year on a consultancy basis for his old employer, at a good rate. That's reassuring to the cynic in me. This whole self promoting venture capital idea sounds like a lot of fun, but not very secure. With 2 tinies I'm kind of in favour of secure. Whether that is the conservative risk avoider or tiger mum in me I have no idea, but hey ho.... brains.... who'd have one. They do have to go and think about stuff, all the time... it's a nuisance.
Plonky you go for it. What do dads know? Mine has been very
about practically every mad cap scheme DH and I have ever got into, and we've got into a few. Either you'll pull if off, or you won't, but either way you'll have tried, so will have no regrets.
As for the phone bellowing. It is a constant theme. My dad does it too. You know when they say every girl subconsciously marries someone like their dad? Well in my case it is kind of true. Only DH is fortunately is not stuck in the 1940s chauvinistic mindset of my father's generation.