We are once again in the grip of hill phobia. Well, The Child is anyway. Grrr. And after a few ice free days, more snow is predicted. Yay. The Child will be thrilled, until we have to leave the house of course. But she does finish nursery this Friday, so hopefully there won’t be too many tantrums. We’d finally got past the tantrums too and from nursery due to the cold as well.
She had her Christmas concert on Monday. I was a very proud mum when I saw she was dressed up as Mary. She even had a baby Jesus at one point. Bless. I am wondering how we are going to survive the coming fortnight of holiday though, especially if the weather’s bad. I hate being stuck indoors, but I don’t want a bright red ice cube for a daughter. I need to bulk buy loads of food. And maybe get myself some Baileys. I deserve a little Christmas treat myself of course. And I haven’t bought myself too many presents lately, given my rapidly dwindling funds. The Child’s birthday was not cheap of course. Then there’s the need to pay more on the gas. And there’s Christmas of course.
On the plus side, I may finally have cracked night time toilet training. Then again I could be counting my eggs before they’re in the basket. Still, I have a whole lot of respect for sticker reward chart things. We have our own slightly more simple version. Due to extreme laziness or lack of creativity (I’m undecided as to which) I hadn’t bothered drawing out a chart. The Child just sticks her stickers wherever she likes on a bit of blank paper. Well it was blank until it got covered in stickers of course.
The Canadian will be leaving soon. And Psycho has gone to visit his son in America. Unfortunately he’ll probably be back sometime next week. Unless the weather is too bad of course. Hmm. Now there’s a thought. I still find his bizarre beliefs about me highly entertaining. I really wish I knew exactly what piece of clothing it is I own that he thinks is designer. I might wear it more often. Of course, given the massive overhaul my wardrobe has had over the past two years, I probably don’t own it anymore anyway. Maybe it was that old manky fleece thing that I literally lived in for years? Unfortunately, I don’t have any amusing updates on Psycho or the rest of The Ex’s family. I’m still in shock over the fact that they actually made it to The Child’s birthday do this year. Not that she had an actual party or anything. We just had cake and stuff at The Ex’s flat, but bearing in mind they have never shown up before, I was amazed that they did this time. Just goes to show that they were more than capable of it last year. And the year before. And the year before. Oh well. Of course she hasn’t had any card or present from Psycho. He won’t recognise the fact she exists you see, unless it’s in his interests. Like asking to borrow her car seat back at the beginning of summer or whenever it was. What planet is that guy on, really? I wonder how long it’s been since he was last in the paper? He likes being in the paper. Egotistical prick.
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