It wasn't a drug addled, 30something, scraggly haired, bearded man. It was Penny. She'd either a) had a bad dream b) got belly ache c) sore teeth or d) all of the above. We settled her, eventually, but of course she'd been asleep for 4 hours by that point so wasn't interested in sleeping at all. It was 2am before she eventually went off. Melissa and I were exhausted.
Just before 8am she was awake, and so were we, somewhat reluctantly.
We amused her as best we could. Mainly with food and Wonder Pets and at like, I don't know, 10:30am Melissa took her back to bed and had a lie down herself. I got cracking on this :
I put the swing up with my dad yesterday. Today, I laid the anti-weed mat, placed the wood at the side and general broke my spine moving stones and rubble about with a shovel. I began to paint the fence, but it started to rain so I gave up (thankfully) after one panel, got in the shower and we headed to Wigan, via the in laws, to visit (the) ASDA for supplies for the week.
We came home, Penny slept for 10 minutes in the car on the way, and then we fed her and endured kids tv while she played around in the play room. I had the kitchen as a retreat while I cooked tea, but Jesus Christ, Gigglebiz on CBBC is absolutely atrocious. Captain Mack isn't much better.
Tea eaten, I bathed Penny while Melissa sorted through some of Penny's old baby stuff, including hats that looked impossibly small. We're moving her on to fresh milk this week. Let's see how that goes.
Melissa's training at work tomorrow, and nanny's golfing somewhere in Bolton. So it's just me and the kid all day. . I'm looking forward to it. My parents are coming to visit in the afternoon to offer moral support. And to bring a saw (unrelated).
See you later.
