Uh-oh, just when I thought today was panning out to be ok I get a call from DP who's at VicRoads to try to pay my rego, armed with a very detailed authorisation letter. Apparently because my middle name appears unaccompanied by my first name on my licence and rego, they won't accept the payment at the concession rate. He's gone all the way to Burwood for nothing. He's not happy. I don't want to be home when he gets back cos I'm going to get a lecture about making my name uniform across the board and also about keeping on top of my bills. Now we have to borrow his mum's car cos it has anchor points and is, well, registered. It's odd, cos I've obviously not had a problem before with paying my rego and the concession rate with my full name appearing on my health care card. Sometimes they just get into hardarse mode. Maybe it's a Friday thing. DP's gonna be mad and I want to lay low. I thought I'd destressed by going in for a hot soup and chai at my favourite cafe in Upwey on the way back from the doctors (I walked there, in the rain - but with a brolly).
At least Oscar took his shots very well. He cried less than the first time and it was bearable. Whipped out the boob and he was ok.
Car's unregistered so I can't even drive somewhere to be somewhere else when DP gets back! I just can't take his frown today. I was unwound and now I'm winding up again!
I so can't wait for the baby swim class tomorrow - Oscar and I will both relax. Was going to ask DP to come with me but if I do that in the next few hours he'll get very moody indeed. Well now that important stuff has been done, or not done as the case may be, I might take to the bed with Oscar. I feel defeated for today. At least this hardly ever happens to me. Wish DP could see it that way. Sorry for the vent. I feel very hard done by, woe is me, me me me me me! Nah, Just feeling sorry for myself, but thanks for your words, Bath and Simone
ETA: thanks, Rory, I WILL check that out! My dad will be very chuffed!