Hey! MissJ! I put exclamation marks everywhere - but strangely only on mumsnet!!!!!!
Books glad the red clover is working for you. Great that the potty training is going so well. Its so nice when it seems to click and they are more dry than wet iyswim.
EPPM and MissJ my two boys were never rough with each other when they were little, in fact they only started fighting once they were both in school full time - they learn such a lot of bad habits from the other kids in school. Am a bit actually as ds2 has announced today that he isn't going to have pink as his favourite colour anymore because the other boys teased him about it.
Tree glad yesterday went well, am looking forward to hearing all about it.
Lenni good to have you back.
Well my day took a nosedive, dd filled her nappy just as I was going out the front door, had to run for the bus, didn't have my fare ready so bus driver had to wait for me then there was some granny with an empty buggy up in the buggy bay so I struggled to get my buggy in and dropped my bag which spilled its contents onto the floor just as the bus went round the corner! I was so embarrassed the bus was nearly full and they were all watching me. When I did manage to sit down the woman next to me said 'first time mum?' and then looked horrified when I said that I had 2 boys as well.
I was so wound up when I got into town I went straight to John Lewis for a coffee and carrot cake (for my nerves you understand) I was actually shaking . I couldn't get in the mood for shopping but got it into my head that if I had a decent change bag I could decant everything into it and fold the buggy for the journey home so ended up spending £53 on a skip hop that I don't even like that much. It does fit on the buggy though. Bought dd some shorts in John Lewis and the boys some shampoo and crazy bones then caught the bus home again - another nightmare as there was a teenager and 2 grannies sat in the buggy bay, despite the bus being half empty and they refused to move so I had to try and squish the buggy in and stand all the way home!
When I did get home DH was there to let the dogs out, but he had brought a colleague with him (the one we are due to go out with in a couple of weeks - young, designery, kidless etc etc). The house was an absolute tip top to bottom, I had been out all but half an hour all day so hadn't even done the breakfast dishes and hadn't vacummed either which is a big no no when you have 3 dogs. He had also taken him through thr house into the garden, which is a total mess with piles of things waiting to go to the tip.
The finally, went to pick up the boys from school only to be greeted by another Mum whose little one had made up his mind he was coming to our house for tea (he's ds2s best friend). My boys both know I don't have their school friends around because I am too ashamed of the house so he hadn't actually been invited, he'd just got it into his head somehow and started to cry when his mum said he wasn't coming. So his mum says 'o dear, what can we do about this?' and with the house the way it is, I couldn't even invite her in for a coffee so that he could have a quick play with the boys. It was so embarrassing, she was obviously expecting me to invite them in and I couldn't. I felt like such a horrible person - god what must she think of me.
I feel awful that my poor boys miss out on playdates because I can't bring myself to have their friends round to the house - I am a horrible mummy. Problem is, I grew up in this house and was bullied because it was a messy and scruffy and I don't want them to go through what I did. It is obviously a lot better now, but is still a fixer upper as Dad did nothing more in 30 years than woodchip everywhere and paint everything magnolia, then it was rented out for years so you can imagine what it was like when we moved in. We live in a very affluent area with lots of very posh, big and new houses which is where the majority of the boys friends live, so I know their friends would be shocked if they came to our house.
Am feeling really low now, have asked DH to bring chips home as I feel to tired and depressed to cook.