Bonjour Mesdames!!!!
Just popping in quickly to mark place.
Have just got from FIL's, lovely house, garden and pool, I had a fair rest. BUT I got home today after sleepless night, a grim 5am start, a 6-hr solo drive with both kids (DH, who managed to come for one weekend, took a plane back to be in court on time), including DS1 throwing up copiously in mid-motorway with nowhere to stop and Alex having a mad feeding fit between Narbonne and Béziers.
I found the house as I had left it, except that DH has knackered the bell trying to fix the entryphone and has jammed a door lock.
He has invited friends to stay tomorrow and the next day, but won't be around much due to work (this is wk3 of his 3-week holiday, during which he has worked every weekday).
So I will have to pile the boys in the car and hit the supermarket, and hide my shame at the filth in the house and the incomplete removal.
I am so very, very tired and lonely, and sick of coping alone and lugging bags, amby beds and clobber up and down stairs and into and out of cars, with A in the sling, being superwoman and feeling like pants wondering where my husband has gone and who this man who talks about legal stuff all the time is.
Right popping out again to clear up around the huge boxes DH dumped in the living room (where friends will be sleeping), which are too heavy for me to shift but afore I go...then off shopping when the boys wake up.
Boff, I got your lansinoh bag, looks great, will test it soon. I glimpsed a heartfelt call for chocolate olives some pages back, will get on the case one I have got my house looking less like a bombsite...
Love to all!