Friday, 15 March 2013
Eight Hours In Labour And This Is the Thanks I Get
Those days have gone.
My front has expanded, my back, above the waist, has not. Ergo I am a 16 in the front and a 14 in the back. And do I have a charming, helpful offspring to help me pin myself into an ill fitting pattern?
No I do NOT.
I have a cantankerous little cow who is far too obsessed with her own search for a job, and the high life, to give her mother more than five minutes, with the worst grace in the world, to pin up the back zip opening.
It is time to invest in a dressmaker's dummy. But where will it live? These things take up space!
But wait! I have an idea. There is always THIS room!!!!!!
Surely it's time someone moved OUT!!!!!???????