Sex? Sex? Wot's that then?
I exaggerate, though only a trifle. As someone else commented, it IS nice when it gets going, but honestly, I find it hard to concentrate with one ear (okay, one and a half) constantly pricked (no pun intended) for grumbles from the cot next to the bed.
Not many grumbles last night, though, as Rhys refused to go down UNTIL ONE A.M. It was the hardest evening slog we've had in ages -- he'd cry, fuss, go stiff as a board, get angry, I'd soothe him and finally get him to sleep and in bed, and five minutes later it would start again. I am officially knackered. And we've got dinner guests tonight...
laumiere, eeeeeeeek on Gabe's tumble. Very, very scary. I believe I would have had hysterics. Rhys doesn't move too much in his cot as he's swaddled every night, but he IS perfecting his Houdini moves. This morning I woke up to find him with both arms and one leg out of the Miracle Blanket, looking very pleased with himself.
mdazva - good luck at the doctor's. Hope they tell you it's a trifle not to be worried about.
wheely - glad to hear Lara's jabs went well, and meep - glad to hear Rosie's rash is clearing up.
Right. Time to slap some makeup on so I look less zombie-like and throw something together for dinner. I suppose large gin-and-tonics aren't enough for a meal?