Afternoon everyone, and isn't it a rubbish rainy one at that? At least it is here. If I was an ecofreckley type I might have such as thing as a rain gauge, which would be interesting in a scientific sort of way as I'm fairly sure we must have had about a month's worth of water in the last 2 hours.
But back to the banal, so sorry I've been rubbish and absent and otherwise awol so much of late. It's that time thing again. I have been kind of lurking, but never long enough to add anything of interest so have been kind of quiet... which is admittedly unusual. Admin mainly, as boy did I have no clue what-so-ever as to how much work buying a business would be. In additional to the usual survey and solicitor type rubbish, there are accounts, and tax returns to review, capital allowance schedules to agree, contracts to read, staff issues to address, renovations to plan, purchases to budget... the whole schebang (made up spelling of made up word) basically. DH has been doing most of it, but me, I'm supposed to be the financial guru (ahem) here so I'm doing some. At least trying to do some, in-between trying to do an awful lot of other stuff, and actually doing virtually nothing of anything because I'm knackered!
For knackered I blame babax who is showing his personality early, and at a guess I'd say that was big, brash, hyperactive and obstreperous. I have never been kicked so hard in my life, and I thought worselet was an active little bablet. It's like my whole middle has taken on a life of its own, which I guess in a way it has. Plus the reflux has kicked in with some style, so sleep is an interesting if unattainable concept. I've tried the many pillow trick, the not eating anything after 5pm trick, the avoiding all meat and veg after lunch trick, and have now courtesy of DH been put on the nothing but porridge after about 3pm regime (in a nutshell inverting all meals to finish up with breakfast), but I'm thinking that nothing short of a trip to the GP for some ranitidine will stop me puking at night. The joy.
As for the toddle, she has changed so much in the past couple of weeks it's astounding. Outgrown her recent growth spurt so no longer eating nearly as much as DH, and talking away like a proper little person. Taking is so sweet, I had no clue. The 'ba-bye' when I close the car door after strapping her into the carseat nearly breaks my heart every time. Awwww. She has also started being really car sick again, even on an empty stomach, so the morning run to nursery on nursery days has become a lesson in vomit management and the quick clothes change. Poor little thing. Poor little me!
Oh, and now I can't scroll back and name check everyone, so from memory Wotta so sorry about the house. They'll be something better out there. Promise! There always is. Usually you see it after you've bought somewhere else though, so perhaps, in a warped way, this might be a good thing. No?
Plonks/Donks get better soon!
Stormy so glad zebra returned from his adventures. No favourite toy here thankfully, the toddle is remarkably fickle in her affections as it would be fair to say any cuddly toy will do. Especially if it is someone else's. Last trip to PILs saw us return with a jellycat lamb that we most definitely didn't arrive with. Not sure where this thieving instinct comes from, but may I just say she most definitely didn't get it from me!