Woohoo!

The Ex isn’t angry with me anymore!  This means tomorrow’s trip to the hospital with The Child shouldn’t be so painful.  Unless he decides to go spontaneously mental at me again.  Hmm.  Hopefully he’s got it out of his system for the time being.

Fingers crossed tomorrow’s hospital appointment hasn’t been cancelled.  If not, we might finally get some answers regarding The Child’s tiptoeing.  Yay.  And now I wonder if I should have also mentioned the headbanging.  Though to be honest she doesn’t really do that anymore.  Certainly nothing like she used to anyway.  And yes, I am the complete opposite of a hypochondriac.  Whatever that might be.  Just hope I never get anything life threatening as I will totally be rolling on the floor in agony before I go and see anyone about it.  That’s why I’ve been avoiding the doctors like the plague, despite the whole feeling very down and stuff lately.  To be frank, I don’t think there’s anything they can do to help me.  I know the problem, and only I can figure out the solution.  Hmm.  Must work on that then.

And the last positive that I can think of now.  My trip to Leeds on 1st October could well be going ahead.  Babysitters are confirmed.  I just need to reschedule The Ex.  Hopefully it shall all go to plan, and I shall get my (admittedly brief) escape from the seaside.  At least it’s quieter in town now.

See, I can be optimistic when I try really hard.  And I’m aware I might have spelt woohoo wrong.  I’ve no idea if there’s a standardised spelling for that.  And to be honest, I don’t really care.  It’s not a proper word anyway.