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ailbheRob and Linnea are off to the in-laws this weekend; I'm staying at home with my nasty cold and my youngest daughter. I hope to get a hell of a lot of rest and a little housework done. At least without Rob and Linnea the house won't get any *worse*, but all I've managed in the past two hours is running and emptying the dishwasher and starting to make bara brith. Um, and a little picking up. I'm trying to persuade Emer that television is good and exciting but she'd rather I interacted with her, and frankly, looking cheerful is much more exhausting than scrubbing saucepans right now. I feel like it's 11 pm or later.
As soon as she has her next nap - 9 pm with luck - I'm going to bed.
As soon as she has her next nap - 9 pm with luck - I'm going to bed.