AAAAAAUUGHGHGH

[ailbhe]

So yesterday, BfN lesson including video showing exactly how 1 baby dies every 30 seconds from unsafe bottle-feeding, home, make art for truly pathetic NBAW display in local library, bath two painted children, return to library to submit it, go home to meet Rob, walk up to the True Food market (by which time I was *shaking* with hunger), do shopping, walk home, eat, be puked on by Linnea, have bath with two children, sleep, wake, tidy house for people who didn't show up, do two loads of laundry, hang two loads of laundry, nother load on, poo everywhere, wee everywhere, my only pair of trousers are wet on the line on account of being covered in puke before I washed them - well Rob did, because I was in the bath with two children, today I was making bread and had to change Emer's nappy halfway through, Linnea's done a wee somewhere and won't tell me where it is, the bread probably won't rise, and I stepped on a playdough cutter and now have a cow-shaped flap of skin on the ball of my foot which is stuck on with elastoplast.

But hey, the house is cleanish and tidyish and the laundry is getting up to date so THAT'S ALL OK THEN ISN'T IT.

Hah.