Good morning fellow commune-dwellers. Am so pleased to hear about the general rejection of ironing! (No need to force yourself bertie, Charlotte's going to do it all for us!!!!)
My mum also irons pants, and socks. Thought of something else I'm good at - I could lead the kids in some excellent slightly-to-loud singing! It's lots of fun, if not very tuneful.
oooooh hilde, that sounds awful. Get it seen to. If only the other pain in your life could be lanced away... Hope you get it sorted and are feeling better soon.
Maggie, I'm feeling your pain. Poor DS, and even poorer poorly DD, ick for both of you. I got so carried away with our commune last night that it was a bit of a late night. So, obviously, this was the night DS2 was up about three times. Third time I went in he'd been sick in his cot. Full change of everything at 5am.
About an hour ago DS2 projectile vomited on me. Everywhere. In my hair, dripping down from my bra onto my tummy. Uuuuuuuurgh. Full change of everything on him and me, into the bath. Hope that's the last of it.
Bertie, isn't that funny, when they suddenly have specific time with their child, it suddenly becomes a competition that they have to win. Before, it would be a competition to get out of doing anything at all, am I right?
Here's a weird thing re DS1 playing up.
Yesterday I looked up a few websites for advice on dealing with child fears that I suspect are largely 'exaggerated'. Last night I tried to implement these a little, told him I used to be scared of the dark, monsters weren't real and even if they were I wouldn't let them in the house, tried to be very patient with DS1 (even though he was still winding me up by not going and getting ready for bed when asked, etc, and deploying all manner of delaying tactics. He is King of Delaying). Even after he was in bed, he was still at it - he shouted on me twice after he was in bed, the second time was to say 'remember, Mummy, tomorrow is DS2's birthday'. Errr, no it's not. It's next week. And why, oh King of Delaying, would you need to call on me to remind me of this at 8.30pm? 
Anyway, this morning I tell him to go off and get dressed, he came back in after a few minutes to announce: 'Mummy, you know what, I'm not scared this morning, isn't that amazing?' He even demonstrated walking up and down our very bright hallway a few times to show how not-scared he was of the imaginary crocodiles snapping at his feet. So. It's official. I am obviously a parenting genius. Haha not. 