Don't wanna be, all by myself...anymore...
Darren's gone and left me!
OK, so it's only for a week, 4 nights actually, for a work course. If I was in his shoes I would jump at the chance to go away, all expenses paid, stay in a nice hotel, have my meals cooked for me... sorry, got a bit distracted there. He should think himself pretty lucky that his 36 week pregnant wife isn't more paranoid!
The boys have been mostly good. We're all full of snot at the moment (oh, what fun it's going to be in about 12 months when I'll undoubtedly have 3 snotty noses at a time to contend with, as well as my own), Bowen has both ears infected again, and Riordan tonsillitis. More antibiotics, hooray.
I seem to be drowning in washing. I can't believe how much easier it was when Mum was doing it! I am doing two loads a day (the cloth nappies aren't helping, but at least I don't have to iron them) minimum, and finding the time to iron is a bit hard(she says, while on the computer). The sun is out today, so the dryer is getting a rest.
It doesn't help the situation when the baby boys need a change of clothes minutes after they are dressed in the morning! They were playing happily outside this morning while I tried to snatch a minute to brush my hair and actually put clothes on. I knew Riordan had no shoes on, but hey, I thought, a change of socks isn't so bad.
And then I heard Riordy calling out Mum! This creature, sounding like my youngest baby, appeared around the corner. He was dripping green snot, covered in wet sand, holding out sandy hands for me to wash. They had gotten into the sandpit, both of them, and were cold and wet and only minutes away from needing to be dropped off to preschool. Needless to say, we were late.
Only 3 more sleeps until Daddy comes home...