Our daughter is lesser spotted, as chicken pox has visited our house. It's not quite 'paint a cross on the door' stuff, abut it is a wee bit awkward. We were supposed to be away at a friend's 40th birthday this weekend (happy birthday Kevin!), but instead P is going to hold up our end, and I am staying home with a bottle of calamine lotion and a slightly smug sense of self-sacrifice. At times like this, I am still buoyed by my ability to actually cope with parenting challenges such as this on my own.
Of course we shall watch a little too much telly today, but this time there is an excuse, as I can't in all conscience take R to the park to mix with a bunch of innocents, and all of our friends seem to be pregnant at the moment.
Of course we shall watch a little too much telly today, but this time there is an excuse, as I can't in all conscience take R to the park to mix with a bunch of innocents, and all of our friends seem to be pregnant at the moment.
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