Is it 2009 already?
It's been a very long while since I've had the time to visit... The little one is huge but little, and full of snot. Snot does wash out, contrary to popular belief, but it takes two washes.
I still have a job, following an organisational review - 95 job cuts at head office alone. So I'm feeling relieved, although slightly disappointed, as I was hoping to move jobs anyways - get something a bit interesting - but at least I should be employed for the worst part of this recession, I hope. That said, I've a recruitment agent coming to the house in about half an hour, so I'll be first in line when things get back on track - If they can find me a job that pays the same and is local, i'll pay them (well, not really, but I'll be very grateful).
I've now got a UK passport, so I've fully emmigrated. Hooray for the end of dealing with the UK immigration and nationality directorate!
Still not really speaking to my mother, and haven't spoken to my father in ages, and actually far calmer since ceasing the relationship. Currently having trouble relaxing from the whole possibly redundancy thing - can't imagine staying home and looking after the baby - I love her to bits, but I really can't cope with her for more than a few hours. Slept past 5am for the first time in over a year last week, followed by some really horrible nights - she got up at 2am on Saturday, and didn't go back to sleep until 5. We had to go visit her aunt and cousins that day. I hope she didn't pick anything up at her aunt's house - the place was so filthy and stunk horribly. She wouldn't eat her lunch because of the smell - had to take her outside and feed her in the car - the stale smoke hurt her eyes.
I know we should have another one - just so that the monkey's not alone when she grows up, but the thought of being pregnant again, or having to repeat what we've been through with this one, filles me with dread. She used to refuse milk, now she won't take solids from me unless she's starving. And she went through a month or so when she refused her bottle from everyone - unless it was spoon fed to her. She's a little fuss-pot. Amazing she's managed to grow with all her food issues.
She got her first balloon this weekend - a rip roaring success, but no pictures. And I get the best cuddles she has to give - not daddy - all for mummy. So I guess it's worth it after all, but I'm crappy and feel so relieved when she's at nursery. and so worried that I'm going to have to go and get her for being ill.
Right - best start making my way to the station to meet the recruiter. Haven't got any of the forms filled out for him, nor a copy of my passport - which, that said, I only received on Friday...
I still have a job, following an organisational review - 95 job cuts at head office alone. So I'm feeling relieved, although slightly disappointed, as I was hoping to move jobs anyways - get something a bit interesting - but at least I should be employed for the worst part of this recession, I hope. That said, I've a recruitment agent coming to the house in about half an hour, so I'll be first in line when things get back on track - If they can find me a job that pays the same and is local, i'll pay them (well, not really, but I'll be very grateful).
I've now got a UK passport, so I've fully emmigrated. Hooray for the end of dealing with the UK immigration and nationality directorate!
Still not really speaking to my mother, and haven't spoken to my father in ages, and actually far calmer since ceasing the relationship. Currently having trouble relaxing from the whole possibly redundancy thing - can't imagine staying home and looking after the baby - I love her to bits, but I really can't cope with her for more than a few hours. Slept past 5am for the first time in over a year last week, followed by some really horrible nights - she got up at 2am on Saturday, and didn't go back to sleep until 5. We had to go visit her aunt and cousins that day. I hope she didn't pick anything up at her aunt's house - the place was so filthy and stunk horribly. She wouldn't eat her lunch because of the smell - had to take her outside and feed her in the car - the stale smoke hurt her eyes.
I know we should have another one - just so that the monkey's not alone when she grows up, but the thought of being pregnant again, or having to repeat what we've been through with this one, filles me with dread. She used to refuse milk, now she won't take solids from me unless she's starving. And she went through a month or so when she refused her bottle from everyone - unless it was spoon fed to her. She's a little fuss-pot. Amazing she's managed to grow with all her food issues.
She got her first balloon this weekend - a rip roaring success, but no pictures. And I get the best cuddles she has to give - not daddy - all for mummy. So I guess it's worth it after all, but I'm crappy and feel so relieved when she's at nursery. and so worried that I'm going to have to go and get her for being ill.
Right - best start making my way to the station to meet the recruiter. Haven't got any of the forms filled out for him, nor a copy of my passport - which, that said, I only received on Friday...