Mel - Rye sounds nice...how conveniently close to the hot springs...!! There are some nice ones at Sorrento. For further afield, check out Bear Gully, there are cottages (look exxy, especially as there is a helipad there!), but there is a place called Wirrega (with a dot com ) and it has beach front access - huge house with a kitchen to die for (rustic, gourmet).
I did think about going to the hospital next time, but I tend to make my osteo appt for straight after and that's in FTG. I could go before if I leave Oscar with someone early enough. Unless he pulls another magic trick of staying asleep for 4 hours after swimming before my appointments!
The counsellor laughed yesterday (in a warm way) when I said that if I remind DP of the closing date then I will feel less responsible for it and she said "less responsible than the actual zero responsibility you have", and it was an epiphany.
He does do stuff with Oscar, but he forgets to change nappies when he takes him, unless he's minding him and I'm not around (ummm, sound like he might be relying on my to take care of the fiddly bits if I'm around???). This is the man who earned a squillion brownie points when I didn't have to change a nappy for an entire week when Oscar was born. This is the man who used to sit and fold nappies so that I didn't have to. When I changed the fold (and then over to terry flats instead of flannel flats), he silently opted out and I only realised earlier this year. At least he finally came out and said "it's your job", even if that was a crap thing to say! We concluded yesterday that DP doesn't take to gentle example or persuasion. I also decided that there was to be no more begging of him to join Oscar and I in family play swims. If he feels left behind on Dad's Day and gets chastised by the teacher, he can wear it. And if the teacher says to me that it's important for dads to be involved I'll tell her that he knows. So, I have to put the foot down and be a cow for a while. It's reminding me of the whingy girls who used to come up for horse riding lessons where I agist. I would get the ponies and tack them up and they would ride. We decided to let them tack their own ponies up, and some of them were charged with collecting their own from the paddock...they HATED it! The sour faces on them! They wanted to fun of riding, but none of the rewarding hard yakka that goes with it. We decided that they only knew a fraction of the fun of horses because the riding bit is what you do when you've looked after a horse and made it rideable. I reckon it's the same with kids. If you only do the 'fun' bits, you can't take credit for much else than making the kid giggle for a while. His father was so hands on, that's why I don't understand. He worked from home and took care of the household while MIL did her volunteering out of the home. Ooooh, I might use that one, when I'm feeling gentle enough to bring it up (otherwise, it WILL backfire if I'm being vengeful!). His brother's been doing it since he was 19, so DP should eat his own words of "build a bridge, get over it" (that one I can use when I'm feeling vengeful!).
The things I do because I cannot bear when they get out of hand are the bathroom (I'm a water girl, I need my water space to be CLEAN!!), the rug and the kitchen (free space on the benches, or I get lazier and lazier with dinners). So, I end up buckling and doing them, just to live hygienically.
Sorry, I've been whinging here for two days. I feel better now because I have some action plan and I shouldn't need to bring it here anymore!
I have a Tupperware lady coming today to have a 'chat' about demonstrating. My own Tupp lady (from when I had a party ages ago, as a favour for a friend of a friend) and I got along really well and I mentioned that I was keeping demonstrating open as an option. So, she's 'dobbed' me in and her higher up will be round here later. It's not something I would do during semester this year...not a good time to take up a new time taker upperer! We shall see. Then I'll be like you, Nic!
Better go and see what I can get done while Oscar sleeps. Maybe make a haircut appointment. Sounds good!