Vive la Housewife

My nursing dress arrived; Linnea took her tricycle to the sorting office this morning and fetched it for me. I believe Rob helped. It fits fine - it's obvious to me that it is designed for someone larger than I am, but it was the smallest size they sold and it's fine. It's nice and long so I don't have to worry about shaving my legs and I can wear my regular shoes and ankle socks and be comfy. The nursing bit is do-able but not partiuclarly easy - it is designed for modesty rather than convenience, I think. I may want some modifications but they can wait until after the wedding.

The new washing machine also arrived. It seems to work. It's quieter than the previous one and doesn't have a tumbledryer bit, which we never used. The filter is easier to get at for cleaning. It has a two year guarantee for parts and labour.

My father-in-law is retiring, so he has offered to fit us a new kitchen. Because after all, he doesn't have to do this kind of thing any more - so why stop? Or something. Anyway, it looks increasingly likely that I will come home from Ireland to a newer, sleeker kitchen, with fewer grease-catching corners and splintered cupboard shelves. The only difficulty will be directing operations from the Atlantic coast. I reckon if I choose the worktop and lay out some ground rules (as few moving parts as possible - yes they are helpful, but I expect my children to climb as much as I did, so handy little sliding shelves and half-folding in-cupboard trolleys are going to die a miserable death very fast) it should be ok. He wants to replace the lino, too. I quite like what we have. It's cheerful. It does have a tear in it, but that doesn't really bother me. He seems keen to do a Really Good Job on it though.

I still hate antibiotics.

Pinky and the Brain

"What'll we do tomorrow, Robert?"

"Same thing we do every day, Ailbhe. Try to survive until Linnea goes to sleep."

I shoulda married a pharmacist

There was an old lady who swallowed a pill
I don't know why she swallowed a pill
Perhaps she's ill

There was an old lady who swallowed a tonic
That fizzled and twizzled and gurlged harmonics
She swallowed the tonic to cope with the pill
I dunno why she swallowed a pill
Perhaps she's ill