5 good things

About me:

1. I had a positive counselling session.
2. I made good chicken soup.
3. I finished all my household tasks in the allotted time, ie while Linnea was sleeping.
4. I washed my hair and am planning a bubble bath at 10.
5. I finished reading Peter Pan

About Linnea:

1. She eats rusks and apples as finger food.
2. She stands up holding on to something with one hand - something as stable as my skirt, or a towel hanging on a chair - without falling over.
3. She has two favourite books and fetches them from the shelf to play with; she likes opening and closing them because it's like playing peekaboo, I think.
4. She eats much the same stuff we eat now; lamb stew, roasted vegetables, chicken soup, lentil soup, various cooked vegetables.
5. She slept for a whole hour this morning, and at the "right" time.

More about today

Today went well; the counsellor is mainly going to bridge the gap between now and seeing the psychologist at the hospital. She's given me some practical stuff; instead of missing bedtime at 10 pm because Rob's not ready to go up, stop what I'm doing online and take a bath until he is ready. That way I'll be relaxed by the time I get to bed, not extra wound up. And start again with the five good things, but make them about me; I've compromised on that, because good things are about Linnea as well.

Tomorrow I hope to be in town by 10:30 am, which will be a challenge, but there are some people I want to meet for coffee (only one of us actually drinks coffee, but who cares? No-one meets for tea or diet Coke).

Linnea is seven months old today. I haven't yet come up with a pome to mark the occasion. Today I turned into a Bad Mother again (one does this several times an hour, I find) because to keep her quiet in the pushchair while I went to the counsellor, I fed her a rice cake. Pacifying her with food! Still, at least it wasn't chocolate buttons.

Does the name Chris Brice mean anything to anyone?