Christ on a bike what a grade A bitch Sazz. Reminds me of one time when ds1 was about 3 and crying after falling down a couple of steps outside his nursery and a woman walking past laughed at him. I seized ds1 in my arms and marched up to her and said "Are you laughing at my son being hurt?" and she said "oh erm well no I just thought it was funny you were... he was... blub blub blub..." and tailed off and I said "I really can't stand people who are amused by a child in distress". Oh it was one of the only times I have ever had the presence of mind to be properly rude to a stranger. Eight years later I still don't know why she was laughing .
Re girls, boys, I think I'd be happy having a boy because of the familiarity of it, I love boys! But I'd be happy having a girl because it's the other sort, and I'd be interested to see what sort of girl I could produce ifswim. But I am not pregnant so this is academic...
Re. helpless sisters, stories like that do make me think I hope I am doing enough to ensure e.g. ds1 is independent enough, well enough equipped to be useful and self-reliant. At 18, as oops said, I would have made my own plans and recounted them to the family later, certainly not got parents to come and collect me from. I think even if I'd asked them, they wouldn't have! And they were super-loving sorts. Resourcefulness and confidence - essential kit.
Sorry re ear Sazz, didn't realise you had trouble with it. And sweet mother of the divine what a pain re. Paris plans .
Is there ANY GOOD NEWS around apart from our lovely pregnancies?
I walked/ran the dogs for miles & miles before 8.30 (we were out early cos ds1 had to go in before assembly to do his maths) so they are still exhausted and ds2 has conked for his nap so I am considering a nice coffee in the rather cold spot of sunshine in the garding, and also considering that I should do some work.
Have been a work widow since Mon.