I am in a foul temper today

I'm irritable, angry, and my feet hurt. I have a terrible feeling that my fabulous red boots with the fleece lining are going to have to go the way of all funky footwear - my feet changed size too much while pregnant with Emer and a lot of my old shoes are unwearable now.

I'm also annoyed by my contraceptive implant. The people who claim it's not noticable once it's inserted clearly don't use their upper arms as much as I do. And I have another terrible feeling, this time that it will cause me to bleed forever and ever.

But I did get a lot done today, though that didn't include sorting the girls' dinner out before 5 pm, because if I have to get them through another meal alone today I'll mash them into bits and shout at the remains. So we canhave a family dinner of tinned soup later on and Rob can be the disciplinarian for a change.

Rob to the Rescue

Rob came home, heated up a tin of soup, had a bath with the girls, and put Linnea to bed. So I was able to have a cup of tea and catch up on paperwork and household finances, and now we are baking.

There's cake in the oven, white and brown bread rising on the stove, and Rob is mixing flapjacks. One loaf of wholewheat & oats with cranberries, one of white with garlic and basil.

It's good to be us.