Yesterday was a good day.
I went to the docs in the morning and got an appointment to see the midwife next Tuesday. I came back and parcelled up some orders ready to post, then my friend Emma rang to see if I wanted to go to lunch. She picked me up as I was really tired after the walk to the doctors and back. She brought her daughter Tiegan who's almost 3 (I think). Tiegan wanted to hold my hand the whole time, so I had some good practice for when the baby's older. She dragged me along to chase 'chickens' (pigeons) and had me running through town with her just for the fun of it. We can learn so much from the joy of children.
We also met up with another friend, Lucy, for a coffee before our lunch, and she had a friend with her who has a year old boy. They were eating lunch in a vegan cafe (we were going to a Chinese buffet afterwards, without them) and the little boy smeared food ALL over his face. It was even in his hair. That was the first time I thought "Oh, what have I done?!" I swear there was more food on him than in him. Yuk.
Today I've been grumpy ALL day except when I was out in the rain exploring and taking photos. James has pissed me off no end today. If I'm not picking up the Christmas presents I bought him from the floor where he dumped them over 10 days ago, I'm picking up his dirty clothes off the bedroom floor. Alllllll over the bedroom floor. I sent him a text message before he finished work asking him to get himself some tea on the way home because I was too tired to cook. So of course he never read the text and came home empty handed, then wondered why I had the hump with him. Sacre bleu. Then I turned the tv over for him as he'd said he wanted to watch Stargazing Live with Prof. Brian Cox, and he played Left For Dead with his headphones blaring throughout. He really wanted to see it, obviously. (His monitor faces away from the tv). Someone gimme strength.
I told him today he's going to need to start helping me once I'm heavily pregnant (and beyond). I can't continue to do EVERYTHING around here. He's been lucky to get away with being so lazy for this long. I think I'm going to have to employ lists, because he's the kind of fella who could be neck high in washing up and not have it occur to him that it needs doing. The rubbish could be maggot infested and reeking in the hall and it wouldn't occur to him to take it out. He's in his own little world, and he's even got a name for it - seriously.
He'll come good, I'll whack him into shape. He means well, I know that. I also know he just doesn't think the same way as me. If I'm going out to the postbox, I'll put the rubbish out on the way. If I'm taking my clothes off at the end of the night I put them in the wash basket, not on the floor. I don't like my clothes with a side order of spider. If I use something, I tend to put it back, not leave it in the room I took it to then spend days wondering where it is. I need to make him think like me. Mmmmm.....
