Oh yeay! It is good to hear that someone else has still not got down and dirty with their DHs yet!
I did buy some nice gel at the weekend, thought it might help, but as I am not on any pills or the like and we both hate putting on the wellies, I don't see it making any difference any time soon.
DH seems to be coping, though the occasional crude comments are still cringe worthy and really don't help his cause, silly man
Oh vbab you do sound down. That book of Daisys sounds like it might be worth a read.
DH generally leaves me to deal with DD cos she listens quicker. He just gets sort of shouty so she does too IYSWIM. He doesn't actually shout but his tone is just no where near as calm as mine and she just doesn't respond to it. I, generally, just have to tell her mummy is going to get cross and she will calm.
Not every time though, boy did I lose my calm in the car this morning DD screaming cos I had lifted her into the car (I still let her get in her seat herself, even though we were late. But apparently this simply wasn't good enough She is 2.5 FGoodnessS!!) DS screaming too cos ,...well he is 4 months old. Mummy was no longer calm. And I forgot loads of stuff. Cue sighs from mum. grr
Oh I also ended in tears this afternoon, at my parents. Apparently I 'should have known' all the questions to ask, things to do for the baptism. I didn't.
So, I nearly didn't go to church before hand (on the same day as the ceremony). Was informed was expected there at 11am for 1130 mass, after having asked the evening before what was expected of me and nothing had been said about mass. In fact mum said be at the house for 12-1230, so she had forgotten about mass( a fact she most certainly will not admit to)! DD and I were still in the bath, not a thing ironed (and everything had to be. DHs shirt, trousers. DD dress, and DS gown) and we had washed our hair.
Mass finished at 1245. I didn't know to introduce myself to the priest so was scoffed at for being so remiss.
Back to hotel (5-10 min drive), got us all ready for 2pm (so within 45 mins). But 5 mins late (my parents implied embarrassment at their waylaid daughter)
It then turned out I had made a mess of choosing godparents. Apparently I couldn't have 2 women and one man, espesh as one man was not catholic. So my brother had to sort out this confusion and step in as a godfather.
The priest had apparently said ' This just cannot happen!'
And basically I felt like my parents think I am a right wally and made a real mess of it all.
When I asked what I ought to be doing they just said 'Go to mass'. This I did but I 'should have known' to ask all sorts of questions.
I asked them all the way through the planning and was always told not to worry and to just turn up!!!!
This I did and now I am a dummy??