The beatings will continue until morale improves

[ailbhe]

Linnea woke in the night; I went into her bed and fed her to sleep; she fed on and off in a reasonably non-agonising-well-at-least-not-too-agonising-ogodogod way until she and I woke shortly before 09:00. By 11:00 we'd had breakfast, I'd hung three loads of laundry outside, changed the king-size bedding, washed all the dishes including the ones I should have done yesterday, tidied downstairs, cleaned the kitchen, put dinner on (hurrah, by blessed, blessed slow cooker), brushed both our teeth (Linnea insisted on having her wash outdoors in the swing in the back garden), changed a few nappies, fed the cats, and arranged to meet a friend at softplay.

So we went to softplay.

The house is habitable again, because of this morning, and Rob is functional again, because he got a lot of sleep last night, and I am just about just about human. Tomorrow morning is the NCT toddler gang chez nous for tea and toddling, so the house needs to be more or less deloused for the occasion.

However, I bought Linnea a lovely teaset in Woolworths - it comes in a plastic handbag thingie for ease of storage, and it has all sorts of bits; cups, saucers, plates, knives, forks, spoons, teapot, milkjug, sugarbowl, saucepan, frying pan, pot-lid, salt and pepper shakers - half of it has been confiscated to be added back later when the novelty has worn off, rejuvenating it. It's a lot to tidy up, as it is. The colours are horrible, of course, but Linnea doesn't care; she's already spent over half an hour serving Daddy numnums.

And I discovered that the Early Learning Centre in Reading's main shopping street has a toilet with baby change, potty, toddler toilet seat, and a dining chair. I assume the dining chair is for nursing, and will ask a member of staff one day if I feel up to being Militant. They were very nice to me today and gave me a free pencil sharpener since the ones they actually sell aren't large enough for some pencils I bought there about six months ago.

Linnea had a nap at a sane time today, so we have great hopes for the future, and she seemed perkier and less subdued this afternoon - so I'm tired, but less worried - and my back feels raw and dry and itchy and horrible. I'm really, really hoping for a nice bath tonight. I'm bound to have some ancient Christmas gift to put in it to make it pleasant and moisturising.

Everyone knows about Indiana's proposed scheme to make sure only privileged persons get to be parents, so I don't need to go into it here, but I'd like to state for the record that everything I've said about "people like that shouldn't be allowed to have children" was NOT to be taken seriously and may even have been a joke, if not a simple declaration of despair. Except for people who dress their kids in polyester with shiny writing on it. Ugh.

Comments

[ahruman.livejournal.com]

I was just skimming this and saw “So we went into cosplay.” Mmm, double-take.

[sashajwolf.livejournal.com]

The Indiana scheme has been withdrawn, from what I understand :-)