i bruised my tailbone but i won’t say how and it hurts to sit now. imagine how much my toilet seat is not my friend during constipated moments.
tomorrow while fh is here i will pop up to london drugs to procure the specially-ordered, last-week’s sale priced slow cooker that i am buying. yes, i’m cool.
i am half done the airmail pressie, so it will be posted about soonish, after i also post the baby layette bits i finished and OH finish my j-o-b before the end of the month. yes, last night i found out that there is some work that must be done in the next nine days otherwise my client will face a late penalty from the gov’t. and i do not want to be the person causing that.
plus a paycheque would be cool.
things that will make this xmas kick ass, unlike last year’s:
- no tail-end of colic, coupled with breastfeeding (seemingly) endlessly;
- no pity invites;
- no apologies necessary to my family;
- a lot more silence;
- no pregnancy weight =ing esteem issues;
- more moolah;
- having a tree and decorations!
- spoiling the monkey princess cos she’ll know what’s up more this year than last and we’re planning so we’ll be able to;
- also being able to spoil everyone else;
- giving street people xmas dinner, as a new family tradition;
- starting most of dinner hella early and prepping what i can the day before so it’s minimal work and i can focus on drinking and washing dishes;
- being able to DRINK;
- spending the last few weeks before it watching xmas movie after xmas movie and teaching z to worship santa and then tell her he’s coming on xmas eve!
- making my neighbour’s kid’s birthday special cuz he’ll be three and he’s already been screwed enough, just cos him and jesus have the same bday.
