Vic.... sorry to hear you've got moving issues to contend with right now - any extra stress is all too much, i hear you! I HATE moving, its so exhausting and stressful and makan tenaga dan jiwanya (sorry, cant translate but you get the drift). but if resistance is futile, there's sure to be some great benefits as a result. at the very least, you'll be rid of the things that **** you off (ie the hated front gate or noisy neighbour's dog). uncertainty is definately stressful, i'd spin out too if my dh said he was gonna quit his job. but it will all be ok, somehow, it always works out good, and you cant even guess how good because the world is unfathomable.
nic- that hayfever sounds crap - poor you. as if life isn't tricky enough without that.
alicia - omg your house is in turmoil - what bad timing poor dh! i hope your MIL is helpful not hellfull.
ok here's my rant: today olly got his little face smashed up on the bus! The saddest thing is he LOVED the bus until now, now he?s scared of it (and so am I!). it was an old style bus that isn't wheelchair or pram friendly (down right unfriendly). To get on i had to let olly out of his pram, he went on and found a seat. then the fat bloated obese driver just sat there as i struggled to fold the pram with a newborn strapped to my chest
it's an impossibly big heavy pram so i couldn't lift it, a granny came and helped and together we got it thru the door, up the steps and into the aisle. But there's no space for luggage and the aisles really narrow so we had to drag it bump it into the passengers all the way to the back and then drag/hoist it up into a seat (really difficult even if you don't have a baby on your chest) at which point the bus takes off, olly falls off his seat (i'm still in the aisle, 2 meters from him, trying to get there) and he fell face first into the floor/step
and comes up screaming with blood spitting everywhere! i run to him screaming and crying too, grab him in a hug with mylo squished in between us and continue screaming everytime i look at his face. His lip swelled up 3 times the size instantly. So I?m on the floor holding olly, screaming hysterically, i cant stop crying, a couple of women come to help, including the granny, to help calm me down and make sure i dont squash mylo in my panic. They get us to a seat and put a tissue to olly?s face, there?s.blood everywhere, they ask where I want to get off the bus because I?ve lost all concept of where I am. All I know is my baby is hurt and my heart is breaking. Luckily mylo is ok, sleeping like a baby in his baby byorn. we get off the bus at the drs clinic and ask to be seen, crying the whole time and causing a scene in the waiting room. The Dr sees us quick and gives anti biotics and reassurance that it'll heal ok. After that I took him to daycare (walking distance from dr) but then i wasn;t brave to get another old style bus as I still had mylo in the pram, so how do I get home? i waited at bus stops 3 times but not one bus was pram friendly so i refused to get on. i ended up walking home (2 hrs in the midday heat, no hat or sunnies) and now i'm sunburnt and even more exhausted than usual. Today was sposed to be my one day a week to get a break and catch up on sleep. poor olly, his face is still grossly swollen (this happened this morning).
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