Well, my marathon plans were scuppered by the changeable plans of my potential ride down to the city, so I suppose the Prawn and I will be watching on TV. I doubt we'll catch a glimpse of Mr. DD, but you never know. It's especially gutting because it's supposed to be an absolutely fabulous day and Mr. DD really wanted to see us at the finish line.
But now I have a new problem. I think the Prawn has a cold. (Just as well I DIDN'T go to London)
Do I own one of those baby nose sucker-outers? Of course not. Is anyone in my family around today? Nope. Are any of our friends around today? No. Am I allowed to drive yet after the c-section? Hell no. However, my baby has a bunged up schnozz, so I think I'll probably risk a trip into Aylesbury to try to find a de-snotting device.
I spent my first night alone with The Prawn last night, hence the early morning entry. To tell you the truth, I was completely wetting my pants.
I've never had a thing about wanting to be in charge. In any number of retail jobs I've had, I've always turned down further training to become a manager because I had absolutely 0 desire to be in charge of people. I don't like telling people what to do. Not only that, but if I'm pretty honest, I didn't really want the responsibility. ( I'm rubbish with numbers and don't like having to kiss the asses of random members of the public with mild personality disorders just to "keep the customer happy".)
Being left alone with a baby is like the ultimate managerial position. The customer is almost ALWAYS unhappy, needs constant supervision, will call you after hours for assistance and you can absolutely, positively NEVER lose your temper with them. Mr DD and I have successfully managed to tag team the Prawn since her arrival without either of us going spare, but after an evening spent trying to keep the screaming at bay solo,(a new phase of screaming! Awesome!) I'm feeling pretty frazzled and sleep deprived. The Prawn, of course, is sleeping happily on our bed making congested rhinoceros noises. Little bugger.
Right. I need a cup of tea.
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- rockmama
- 30-something mom, living and working in the UK. While the "Prawn" wrecks havoc with her toddler ways, I prepare for the arrival of the "Squid" in early 2010. Experienced member of the pregnancy loss club, so am ridiculously grateful.
2 comments:
I am sorry your outing got canceled. As for going solo with with the Prawncess, wow! Good on you. That must have been scary.
It was actually good that I didn't end up taking her- the city was hot and totally rammed, even the park.
I'm glad I got to spend the time taking care of her solo because a) it proves to me that I CAN and b)it gives me a huge new respect for SAHMs. I have no idea how they manage- my house, after just two days, is a rubbish heap!
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