.... and finally, one child is in bed. The other.... work in progress. This two malarky has moments of pure joy, others of utter madness, and a few of total despair
. Fortunately on balance the joy wins out. Tonight's gem for the memory bank was the toddle stroking Babax's hair while he fed, and pointing out his ears to me. I'm still waiting for her to work out he's a permanent fixture, and as such a rival, but for now am enjoying the fact she seems smitten.
Stormy argh he's being a, well grrr, not sure of a polite word really. Hugs. I hope his dad comes through with some sensible financial help, as at least that would be better than nothing. Hope you find an easier contact solution soon too, as you need some space to move on. You will though.
Gerry enjoy your break and don't feel guilty. If I remember rightly staying at Granny's was a big perk when I was a kid. Definitely didn't feel I was missing out on parent time 
Shattered working until 36 weeks, with a toddler at home as well? That's a tough billet. I was pretty uncomfortable by 36 weeks, and tired, and grumpy, and possibly a real cow much of the time. Being a cow at home is one thing, but does tend to be frowned upon at work. I'm sure you are far more balanced than that though!
Speaking of shattered, I am, so I'm going to try and get some sleep before the child that is currently asleep wakes, and wants food, and the one that currently isn't wears DH out to the point where I really need to take over.