LenniEd and Indith, I feel your pain....well, not literally, thank goodness, but I do remember, vividly, the throbbing rear-end phase and even more vividly the exhausted and wrung-out phase. Remember how we all cheered ourselves through it with chocolate and hot drinks and teacakes? Wish I could send you some now! (What was that milky drink thing called? Am tired and can only think of 'Miltons' which I know it isn't...) Hope Indith gets her wish, and Lennied gets some rest!
AQ, d'you know, I think you take after your lovely mother. Listen to you, up half the night feeding twins then looking after two other kids during the day, and somehow sounding relaxed and cheerful and...human
Castles, don't want to jinx by noticing, but 2 weekends in a row? Hurrah
I needn't have panicked about moving house. Whole thing fell through this morning, and dh and I spent the morning in shock (I felt better whilst reading with kids at dd1's school, then went home and felt furious). Looks very likely we won't be moving for a while now, but who knows. All I know is, the man who was financing his very pg daughter to buy our house decided 'he didn't want to invest any further in the property sector at the moment, after all' He's dumped them in it big time.
We'll be ok, though, after a few days to get over the disappointment - we're lucky to be where we are, really.
Other than that, business as usual...dd1 has a chest infection/asthma, dd2 is still coughing and up half the night, but both are cheerful and happy and reading (dd1)/talking (dd2) more each week. Onwards.