No1 - two under two must be testing. At least with my three, the older ones have some independence. Silly things like DS being able to get into the car, do up his own seatbelt and shut the door while DD1 finds her seat clips cut corners that you wouldn't be able to cut with smaller ones. I often wonder how chacha is getting on with 3 under three.
Whisper it: I went out last night and didn't get home until 5am. Only because the meal to celebrate my youngest sister's 30th was up in Cork and I did a compromise thing of having a few drinks, stopping and then sleeping for a few hours at another sister's house.
I nearly went with a no-drinking, drive home after the meal plan. But on the way there I took heart from Cyteen's successful weekend away and it all paid off. DD2 was great for DH, and slept much better than she does when I'm not here. I woke at 4 and headed away home, but it was really great to catch up with cousins of ours-we spent every school holiday here growing up with them so we are all very close and it is always lovely to get together again.
My sister who had her baby 11 days ago came out for dinner and left her DS2 with expressed bottles (not on his own obviously but with her DH). Prob. best not to have asked for opinions on that in aibu.
Thanks Cyteen for your trailblazing example and plaudits for the excellent chicken.
Buckets - the new job sounds fantastic. You are, as they say in these parts, some woman for one woman.
I read the 'Irish men' strand of yesterday's chat with interest. My all-time top heart throb is the lovely, and currently sorely troubled, Liam Neeson. My DH is a Wiganer though. I have a bit of a thing for men with strong Lancashire accents A friend here came out of a chat with him, v. disoriented by DH's sudden interest in surfing, and decorating his surf board, when in fact he was discussing sofas. The plumber thought DH was tidiness obsessed and too tight to offer a cup of tea until I stepped in to sort out the broom/brew confusion.
I is going on awfully and will stop.