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| GN1 as a big sister (excuse the constantly renovated house!) |
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| 'Target' shot and her fairy necklace (a gift for being a big sister). |
Girl number one (GN1) - above - is doing so well with the introduction of Girl number two (GN2) in the house. This week she has really shown a greater understanding of how to be gentle with GN2. She is taking her big sister role quite seriously and will often attend to GN2 when she cries during the night. We have had to work on breaking this because it interrupts GN1's sleep, but it's so lovely she is worried about the welfare of GN2. GN1 is also now more inclined to accept playing by herself whilst I feed GN2. And, when I'm expressing milk GN1 often requests that she also have her boobies expressed - I hope she's not going to be too traumatised by this childhood memory!
WORST
This week's worse is definitely that same as last week's worst, but it's only intensified in level. It's now physically impossible to walk in public without limping and looking like a stiff, 80 year old. Each day my husband and friend, Brooke, ask, 'Are you back on your meds yet?'. It's like they're working in a team. But I know it's their way of saying, 'You've done enough for Remy ... she'll be fine ... it's time to look after you.' And for Luke, it's his way of saying, 'Man you're grumpy ... time to take action.'
WHAT WERE YOUR BEST/WORST FOR THE WEEK?
WHAT WERE YOUR BEST/WORST FOR THE WEEK?
3 comments:
Oops am I that obvious??
Best:
Having our good buddies over yesterday for
Impromptu table tennis and wine!
Worst:
Finding out a girl from mothers group has a cancerous brain tumour. Trying to help out as much as we can
P.s. When are u going back on your meds? Xx
Brooke
B - the return of Farmer Wants a Wife.
W - anxieties.
My best and worst this week is all one in the same!
I went out with a group of girl friends from my old work and we stayed and the Hilton....darling!!!
At the end of the night, we got separated into two groups of two, and made our way back to the room - each had a swipe key.
I was convinced the room was 1719, and since Cookie had NFI, we made our way to said room. Finding the DO NOT DISTURB sign hooked on the door, I thought the others were back. I swiped the card the door beeped and in we walzed.
After consuming a lot of vodka, I was convinced an old man was in our bed!!! Part of me even toyed with the idea of the others having pulled this fella as I could hear someone else in the bathroom. Trying to take in the facts, I remember shouting "whats that old man doing in our bed!" Cookie stood open mouthed gazing between him and I saying "What the f**k???" Both of us stood at the foot of the bed for what seemed like an eternity, trying to take the situation in, until a woman started shouting from the bathroom. The 'old man' then sat bolt upright in the bed, and I remember grabbing Cookie's arm and dragging her from the room - she was still I believe convinced we had been room jacked!
Outside the hotel door we began laughing hysterically and made a run for the lift.
Cookie was all set to try other floors - 1519; 1619; 1819 - since we agreed it was something 19. I did however persuade her that it was better to go to the front desk and check since our card had opened the wrong room already!
The couple had already called to complain!!!!
Anyway....our room was 1619!!!
It was my best and worst, because whilst it was a terrible thing, and all kinds of confusion and shock and fear engulfed me as I ran from the room, the laugh I had about it after still continues. I don't think I have laughed like that for a long time!!!!!!!!!!
El XXXXX
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