Stop the ride I want to get off
Since Thursday I feel like I’ve been on a rollercoaster, the days have been filled with highs and lows.
Lots of time with my new nephew getting milky cuddles and smiles, helping with bath time and avoiding dirty nappies.
Spending time with my soon to be sister-in-law and her husband (my nephews mum and dad.)
Seeing my friend and her 6 month old boy who is racing around the floor in his walker and beginning to feed himself or redecorating their kitchen around his high chair - depending on how you look at it.
Sitting in the sunshine people watching.
Getting to see O’s brother and his girlfriend because they all came to my work so we could have lunch together.
Broken bathroom light
Computer virus (which meant I couldn’t get online and de-stress by reading your lovely blogs and leave comments)
Wishing I had the time to visit my friend and her son more often because I can’t believe that he is practically crawling and has a TOOTH! Where have the last 6 months gone?
A house full of people who aren’t my family. My family are stressful too but at least I can tell them to naff off. Just as a side note I love O’s family they are fun, kind, wonderful people and I’m incredibly lucky that we get on so well but my flat is very small and I like my own space. This was the only weekend they could visit.
O was away for the weekend meaning I have had to cope with all of this on my own. We had a big fight via text because he couldn’t unblock the toilet from 300 miles away (huh?). He didn’t appreciate how stressful it was having so many extra people and stuff in the house, and getting woken up several times in the night by a crying baby – I’m not sleeping very well at the moment. Plus I went massively out of my way to do a huge favour for him, instead of leaving him stranded over an hour from home late on a Sunday night after public transport had stopped, and he wasn’t suitably grateful (for some reason I can’t seem to write any of that without making myself sound like a spoilt cow but I was so angry at the time).
Hearing about the shopping trip my Mum and sisters went on for her “mother of the bride” outfit and feeling quite homesick (they were in London so I can’t really be homesick more familysick which isn’t a word) and jealous that I wasn’t able to go along. Even though I’d purposefully asked my best women to handle this task for me (my Mum is a nightmare at shopping).
Will hopefully be back later when my visitors have left, my computer is fixed and my spoilt cow-ness has been beaten into submission.