It's been almost a year since I last blogged here. a YEAR!
In that time, we've moved house (twice), bought a house and another car (the old car is off the road, but still counts, right?), been on holiday with the kids (never again) and little me here has done their first set of accounting for HMRC only to be told that I didn't need to worry about it til the middle of next year. Oh well.
I've also had meds increased and added to, got me a slight case of Grave's with the symptoms of the other kind of auto-immune thyroid business, and put on a shedload of weight that I really could be doing without. Then again, it IS winter and I need the insulation. Ha.
personal evolution, ramblings, vitriol & humour of a WoW-playing artist, parent, cat-hoarder.
Tuesday 1 December 2015
Thursday 29 January 2015
So I suck at Blogging. I was a crappy pen-friend, too.
Updates on this life...
Biggest is at Daycare 2 days a week and is LOVING it.
Littlest is trying solid foods, but it's a scary process because apparently he has food allergies, too. Still a boob monster which means he HATES being more than 2 minutes away from me. This is a difficult time for everyone who holds him who doesn't happen to be me.
The Grups are stressing about the upcoming house move. We have to compile a list of the people we need to contact to inform them of our upcoming change of address, organise switchovers of services, yadda yadda. And then there's the actual packing. The house is so full that there's nowhere for the packed boxes to actually go...
This is going to be a bit of a process in and of itself. We are trying to get rid of all the small baby things as we have pretty much decided for now that this is it for us. Two perfectly adorable little boys will do for the time being, and may just be all we create in terms of progeny. Come on, pregnancy hates me, the sleep deprivation is pure torture, and until Daddy learns to breastfeed the first year is kinda crappy for everyone but the baby (see statement about littlest, above). Getting rid of crap we don't need, that no longer fits, that is surplus to requirement.
Oh, and we will be getting a dishwasher. SCORE!
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