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[ailbhe]

Linnea went to bed at about 10:30 pm last night, and she and I had awful nightmares. At least, I know mine were awful, and hers sounded terrible. We both have a headcold. Anyway, the result was that she woke up in a Terrible Twos mood, and it took all my momliness to cure her. So now Rob has taken her to the park on his lunchbreak, which will help a lot, and enabled me to get the lunch in the oven and the dinner in the slow-cooker and have a cup of tea.

I cured the tantrum, by the way, by dancing around the library to "I don't give a damn about my reputation" from the Shrek soundtrack, with a Thomas the Tank Engine football between my knees. Maternal Love truly is unconditional.

Last night I also made flapjacks, because I've been eating pretty badly - using chocolate to cover for the fact that I'm tired all the time - and I need sweet snack foods with actual food value. I need the sweet because I am self-medicating my depression with junk food. I'm also going to the dentist at the end of the month, when I may revise the current plan. Flapjacks and banana muffins, so far. I must dig out the recipe for American-style biscuits using rice milk instead of buttermilk; it's in my bookmarks somewhere. I can do quite a surprising amount of baking in ten minutes after Linnea has gone to sleep, or while Rob is reading her a story.

In further "Yes, Prime Minister" news: I absolutely adore Bernard and I want to take him home and keep him.

And we're going to hire some Fimbles DVDs from Amazon, just to see how we like 'em. I'd hate to buy one I wasn't enormously keen on.

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