A sick again in the night and this morning. I think she has cramps from us trying her on half strength formula. She won't drink the soya stuff. Have found out about SMA LF (lactose free), which they claim tastes like normal SMA so fingers crossed she'll go for that. Have found a local pharmacy which stocks it.
My husband and daughter #1 are on my shit list. DH was under the impression that because I'm not his mother, that he didn't have to do anything for me yesterday. DD1 gave me a hastily scribbled note saying she loved me. Sentiment nice; fact that she can organise gifts for her friends' birthdays and spend lots of time and money (like £19) on them makes it a bit insulting that she couldn't even be bothered to go to the corner shop for a £2 bunch of daffs for me. She wouldn't have done anything if DH hadn't texted her a reminder on Saturday afternoon. We were out shopping for a dress for her for the Australian wedding and at 5.10pm, just as I was about to pick up dinner and make a dash for home as her friend was staying over, she said "Can I have £10 of my allowance to get a present for X?" (Cover story, it turned out.) Told her there wasn't time and she'd have to shop at home on Sunday. Which she didn't. At 4pm she suggested she was "making me a cake". Er, when? It's 4pm, mothers' day is nearly over. Don't bother. I'll only have to clean the kitchen. She then sulked and I ended up explaining myself that it wasn't about a gift, it's about the fact she couldn't be bothered to organise anything in advance. I mean, she could have bought a card in the shops on the way home from dancing on Saturday. She's 12, not 2. Not effing impressed at all.
When DH tried to veto the Lulu Guinness bed linen I bought yesterday on grounds of cost, I told him he'd saved money on flowers. I mean, this is the man who did a 400 mile round day trip on the train at considerable cost, to take his mother for lunch a couple of years ago on Mothers' Day, because he forgot to send flowers. Apparently bearing him a daughter and son is not enough to warrant a card.
And now I'm pissed off that I said anything to either of them, because I don't want them doing stuff next year just because they know I expect it. It won't mean anything. Clearly they don't think I'm worthy. Miserable gits. DH feels bad now and so he should.