Flying solo

[cybermule]

Well, the sprog and I have managed about 30 hours together without injury, although it has been a close call at times. Most notably when he grabbed my favourite DVD, broke the cover across his knee and threw it across the room laughing. Potty training is difficult. I'm not sure whether I just need to have faith that it'll come together, or that he's too young to bother trying with right now. And my MIL phoned basically to tell me how this week should be easy because I only have one, not two like she had. So that took the wind out of my "managed a normal day with a two year old and a foul stomach bug" sails.

Did Judder on Friday night, which has been one of my goals for years. It was ace - mostly hogged the dance floor upstairs jiggling to the guest DJ with some wicked drum'n'bass. Got me into the mood for global gathering, and I'm pretty sure I'll be going again. Hopefully with ninneviane：）

I'm pretty much considering taking the web job I was re-offered, providing they bow to my childcare needs. Otherwise they can go piss up a rope and I'll carry on with the plan A. I've been guessing and second guessing what I want with it so I'll just tel the what I need and see what happens. Worst case scenario is putting the sprog into a creche one morning a week, and the conclusion I came to was that in all honesty it would be worse for me than for him.

Comments

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MIL seems hell bent on winding you up. What a small minded goal. Thirty hours without a break is a long time in any job, even one you love.

As for potty training. I'm a firm believer in the 'naked in the garden' strategy. You can point and say, 'look where the wee wees come from' with a smiling interested voice. It takes all the stress out. The whole thing becomes more of a discovery and you have a great excuse to potter in the garden :D

Good luck with the rest of your week.

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Yeah - I got the news in an obviously audible whisper. I'm not sure what her problem is really - maybe she misinterprets me as moaning or looking for sympathy? I'm not really, just stating a fact for shared interest. Empathy, maybe, rather than sympathy. Any fool knows that 30 hours solo parenting is hard work