Thursday, 13 November 2008

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I'm pretty tired; B has been working virtually ten straight days, most of then away-overnights. I've coped okay, but I wouldn't like to do it on a regular basis. From now on, things subside a little bit - he's made lots of hay whilst the sun has been out and now it slows to a steady pace.

In the meantime, Leo has had a fantastic week. He's not been to nursery because I don't have transport (but I heard yesterday that the Official Receiver *will* allow that we need two cars, so we just need to wait for the insurance money and actually get one).  So far:

Item. Oxo cubes partially consumed, including most of the silver foil - 2
Item. Bruises to head because of ill-advised Toddler Mountaineering - 2
Item. Nosebleeds, ditto - 1
Item. Times poked sister in eye - 3
Item. Times *attempted* to poke sister in eye - about a million
Item. Full-scale tantrums thrown kicking and screaming on floor when told 'no' - 3
Item. Ditto tantrums when mother trying to change nappy - EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME
Item. Times mother has considered turning to drink - uncountable
Item. Days mother is leaving father to cope with them both alone after he gets home - limited only by how many pairs of pants I can get in my bag

The bits without the exhaustion, blood, bruises and tantrums have been quite fun though.



8 comments:

  1. Glad you're keeping your spirits and good news about the two cars.

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  2. Glad you're keeping your spirits and good news about the two cars.

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  3. You left out Item. Times mother has turned to drink.

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  4. You left out Item. Times mother has turned to drink.

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  5. I don't want to be one of those little old ladies who invariably would accost me in the grocery store on the day when my children were bickering, running wild and generally acting like I had just snatched them from a pack of wolves. They would say, so sweetly, "These are the best days of your life. Treasure them" and I would think oh man, if these are as good as it's going to get, I am in some serious trouble here. But, you know, it's sort of like childbirth -- you can remember that it hurt, but you can't exactly remember what the pain was like. Life just gives you the bad with the good and I really like the way you are enjoying the good that is sandwiched in between the temper tantrums and eye-poking. My sympathies on the eye-poking, by the way. Been there, done that, and, sorry, but don't have a good solution.

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  6. I don't want to be one of those little old ladies who invariably would accost me in the grocery store on the day when my children were bickering, running wild and generally acting like I had just snatched them from a pack of wolves. They would say, so sweetly, "These are the best days of your life. Treasure them" and I would think oh man, if these are as good as it's going to get, I am in some serious trouble here. But, you know, it's sort of like childbirth -- you can remember that it hurt, but you can't exactly remember what the pain was like. Life just gives you the bad with the good and I really like the way you are enjoying the good that is sandwiched in between the temper tantrums and eye-poking. My sympathies on the eye-poking, by the way. Been there, done that, and, sorry, but don't have a good solution.

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