Still fighting friggin' dog fleas here in Purple Towers! Dog's been gone nearly 3 weeks and the house has been sprayed with super-strength stuff (which makes me wheeze and everyone cough - despite spraying and leaving the house for over and hour after - which is over 30 mins more than recommended!!).
Joey you have to let go of the FIL incident! He needed to be told and maybe, with hindsight (as before, an exact science) you may have put things differently given time to think but, my Lovely, your dander was up and someone was 'attacking' DD!! Plus, you didn't do it whilst under the influence - it came from an honest, sober place. Don't pay any more heed to the curmudgeonly old bugger!! We have a huge 'ban' in this house on 'labels'. I jump on the DC if I hear them calling each other stupid, thick, fat, idiot etc. x
Clutter Good luck with the new job! Change is always a bit unsettling and being the 'new girl' is pants! Just know that you'll be a bit more settled every day you turn up and in no time at all, you'll be part of the furniture (so to speak!) - and you'll be fab, natch!
Hi Ma, nice to see you too. x
Thanks Baby, hugs. x
Mouse I hope your day got better this morning? x
Totally sick of this bad ankle now. Been told to expect at least another 2 weeks of this! (Been 12 days already!). Was also helpfully told I could, after the 2 weeks, go private for physiotherapy! Yeah, right!
On the up-side, DD is being amazing! This week she has mowed the front and the back lawns (and tidied the bags of grass into the shed?!) and last night she washed up without being asked! We did have a bit of a chat whilst we were on holiday. DD was in the front seat when we went places, DSs were in the back with the DVD player and it let us chat about stuff. I didn't pile things on her, (she's only 11 - I kept it age related), but did explain about some of the stuff that sometimes causes me stress and anxiety and it seems, atm, to have made a difference. Plus she's helping out with stuff because of the ankle. 
So, a question. Sprained my ankle badly a week last Monday. Had to ask a friend to walk the boys to school on Tuesday morning as I couldn't weight bear at all. EX's night with DC on Tuesday so I didn't have to worry about the evening. Phoned XP to say I couldn't walk, couldn't drive and had booked boys into breakfast club (I would pay) so could he, please, drop them off at school in the morning? This would mean he would leave for work about half an hour later. I had a really bad night as every time I moved, the pain in my ankle woke me up. Still, I thought, I don't have to be up early, I can, at least have a lie in. Wednesday, 7.30am DC are hammering on the door!!?? It took me ages to struggle down the stairs - in my nightwear! He felt he had to drop DS1's cornet off and there was some paperwork (that didn't have to be in for anther week) that he thought I should have urgently!! Was he checking up on me? Making sure I really did have an injury? I'm not normally nasty about him but.......what a fuckwit!
Rant over, lunch to find.
Hugs to all. xxx