Whiffy here. Am very bored sitting on my bum all day with veeeeeeeeerrrrrrrryyyyyyy slow feeder so decided to add some excitement in my life by changing my nickname to one infinately more appropriate at the moment. hope the name change has ticked through as this is my first post under new name. It is a sad sad life when that is my only excitement.
Actually I will have excitement tomorrow as I haven't done the prep I'm supposed to have completed for a seminar and the tutor is a ballbreaker of a woman. aaarggghhh. Long story but somewhere in the midst of pregnancy I came up with clever idea of getting started on a masters whilst on Maternity leave, so have been going to lectures twice a week for last three weeks. Like duh!, really clever.
Especially as have no clothes that fit thanks to deflated space-hopper where my waist used to be.
And that's before even going to that dark dark place where I acknowledge that I'm older than the lecturers...
Oh and I am reading everyones threads, honest, even if I cant keep up with the posting. I have some rather bizarre advice re sticky eyes - apparantly in Oz the done thing is to put a drop of breast milk in babys eye. may be an old wives tale and sounds v dodgy to me but if anyone else wants to give it a go let me know if it works!
Gingeme & Martha, really empathise on the hormonal thing (though the halloween kids would have had me crying even without being hormonal). Gingeme, I was just as bad the other night. DS didn't want to go to bed and threw a tantrum when I sat him on the toilet.. he refused to do a pee and then walked straight from toilet to his bed and weed all over it, and the carpet, and himself in protest. I came, ooooo, > < this close to smacking him, something I have never done. Had to leave him to cry for a couple of minutes whilst I went downstairs and slugged a mouthful a chardonnay (which somehow seemed to have poured itself, in preparation of post-bedtime r&r). Felt awful afterwards (about the closeness to losing it, not about the chardonnay, obviously..)
Heavens. Longest thread for ages. Is it the end of the beginning?
Or perhaps I'm just losing it. Wipe me down with a cold pasty and call me Shirley. No, really.