Quick summary (largely whining)

We are off to Paris tomorrow morning. I've had the kind of week where you get up, cook dinner ready for the evening, take a baby and two houseguests to Bath in the rain, come home, feed everyone dinner, sociably watch films with the guests, then do evening "life maintenance" tasks like budgeting and menu planning and dishes and laundry and so on.

Excep that one day I got up, brought the baby to the doctor, went into town, bought groceries, came home, and found the guests just woken up, drinking coffee.

I am tired. Rob is doing this evening's household maintenance, which is a hell of a relief, because I am very very tired. I know what we're packing for Paris but it's not packed yet because we didn't have a chance while we had guests, and the first possible chance today after they left and I did some other stuff I'd committed to in a time-specific way was after Linnea was asleep.

A friend sent a load of baby clothes in the size Linnea outgrew 3 months ago; some of the vests will still fit with vest extenders, but most of it is just plain too small.

We are looking forward to Paris. It will be interesting, though we may come across as slightly drunk when we meet people - it will probably only be sleep deprivation, and we may manage to catch up on sleep while there as we won't be able to stay up late doing housework while the baby is asleep.

I've heard a bunch of rants lately that cheered me up - about anti-thin-people stuff, and anti-parent stuff, and anti-hippie stuff.

Next time someone says they're coming to visit and gives me a choice of dates which are all very inconvenient for me, I will not yield. Not even when they say "But don't you WANT to see me?" I'm too tired these days to manage that kind of thing.

And Rob and I need to arrange more time for us to be a nuclear family, rather than part of an extended one. We seem to spend a lot of free time pandering to relations - mine, I think, since we've rationed his very effectively! I shall ahve to think of a System.