I've only started to brush my hair to create a less bad impression on all the health workers observing Danny and me as his mum. It's longish and hasn't been cut for a very long time, and gets quickly snarled, and I don't normally wear make up, though again I have a few times lately, all when we were in hospital.
A health visitor came for the first time this morning, fortunately at 10 am as I had failed to write the appt down at the time we spoke on the phone, but had that time at the back of my head as it were so wasn't totally unprepared. Had a bit of a spat with Mikey at 9.40 and had to insist he left me alone with Danny upstairs for a few minutes so that we couldn't carry on an argument, imagine having the HV turn up with us shouting at each other in front of a grizzly baby. I was incredibly upset, but just had to keep biting my tongue, and by some miracle when she arrived we'd both calmed down and got Danny downstairs, and would probably have made up our fight completely if she'd been 5 mins later. HV stayed for an hour and by the end we were totally over that horrible moment, and neither of us were glaring at each other, I think we had managed to avoid the bad atmosphere. I am sooooo relieved.
Then I dozed off, overflowing a bath, woke up and turned it off, and fell asleep again until about 2 pm. We have a very good overflow mechanism which fortunately prevents the kitchen underneath being destroyed on a regular basis. Now Mikey and I are watching ludicrous programmes on Living TV and Danny is asleep, and ummm, I still have to have that bath!!!!
I've even managed to buy a couple of Ladybird books and a Miriam Stoppard volume on ebay, and dp is wishing he had the maternity leave instead of me. So we're having a happier spell.