Oh Lady - I hope you're feeling better this morning - things often look better in the light of day. What did you have for dinner in the end?
Ooh, a waterproof ipod sounds amazing - I find swimming so dull, would love to be able to listen to my ipod as well!
I don't yet read TAB, but am deeply in love with heat magazine. Although recently it is becoming a bit tabloidy and judgemental, so less keen than I used to be. Although it's not like it was ever quality!!!
Veggie - are you feeling any better? I would be so much less patient than you have been - it's really tough when you don't want to offend a friend, but nor do you want your own children to be hurt.
Right, I've got a bit of a rant - feel free to ignore this and not read it, but just want to get it off my chest:
Our nannyshare family stepped a bit over the mark last night and James had a bit of a go at the mother (we'll call her Beryl for the purposes of this story!)!! All quite exciting - he and she arrived at their house at the same time last night and DD had a red patch on her face and the same two spots near her mouth, which were a bit redder than normal, as they always are at the end of the day. When Beryl walked in, saw her and said "Oh my GOD, what's wrong with her, Barbara (not her daughter's real name) get away from her", then started quizzing the nanny on what was wrong with Whizz, had she eaten a full meal, what was her mood like, did she have a temperature etc. My DH was standing there, absolutely overwhelmed by this extraordinary display of a) paranoia and b) lack of any awareness that he was actually in the room while she was ranting on to the nanny. Whizz was clearly absolutely fine, but a bit upset by the tone of voice of Beryl. DH just said "For God's sake, Beryl, I am sick and tired of my daughter being under a f*cking microscope, I'm sure she's absolutely fine".
I think he'd just reached the end of his patience as this ridiculous worrying has reached a point of no return. I have spent more time in the doctor's surgery or hospital because of their worrying than I ever would have done if it wasn't for them! I think we've bent over backwards to keep them happy - just yesterday morning at the doctors and they'd said she didn't have chickenpox! So well done, DH - HURRAH! He then rang her later to apologise for his tone, but said that they've really got to calm down as Whizz is fine.
I rang them this morning and said she's fine and we're bringing her round and said I actually can't take her to the doctor any more as I can't take the time off work to do it and if I keep on turning up, they'll report me to social services!!! Honestly, it's driving us potty. Whizz does have a few scratches on her face and neck - but they're not serious and I am NOT going back to doctor for it again!
Just all seems a little ridiculous. The father apologised to me this morning for being paranoid parents and I didn't deny it but sort of laughed and said not to worry, although I think they know how we really feel now!
I do understand people worry about their children, of course - as do I. But I think you have to have limits on it, or it gets ridiculous; you can't wrap them in cotton wool in case she might contract something possibly one day! Sorry, rant over.
Just extraordinary. And am feeling v proud of DH for having a word with them, knowing how stressed I've been about it!