How Not To Piss Me Off
Added at 4:29pm and filed under Oh Mama
DON’T recoil in horror when I answer your question on whether or not my son is walking yet. DON’T rasp out “No?! Still?!?!?!” in a voice choked with disgust. There’s no need to get the SS involved here: I’m not strapping him to the floor 24/7 and feeding him prostrate on the carpet. I am trying to get him going, you know.
Sam will walk properly. And soon. Your daughter? She’ll always have a face like a smacked arse and a stupid bitch of a mother no matter how fucking patient you are, love.
V xx
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The Day The Internet Annoyed Me
Added at 2:40pm and filed under Uncategorized
I hate message boards that make you join up before viewing. How do I know if I want to join if you won’t even let me view it? Maybe I came across it through your site when browsing idlly and thought it sounded interesting? Or maybe someone mentioned it to me and recommended it? No matter how or why I know it exists, I’d still like to read some posts – and gauge the membership – before signing up. Sites that make me sign before I can ever view make me think that either a) the board sucks and can only bump numbers by these forced memberships or b) you’re all paranoid lopers who think that everyone’s out to copy/steal/flame you. There’s a strong chance you’re not either of those things, but if you don’t let me decide for myself, how do I know, eh? Excuse me while I just float on by and never come back. Your loss, buttmunch. :D
Bah.
While I’m complaining about online things, I’ll tell you that yoursite.nu is proving to be a bit of a dead loss. I really thought that the concept was great and with so many members it really seemed the ideal place to get some constructive feedback. But as I don’t refresh my screencap fifteen times a day and/or biasedly review nothing but friends’ sites, despite getting seventy-odd views my site is slumming away in the depths, ignored and unadored. :P I’ve done my best to review other sites randomly, giving detailed and honest feedback, and half of them can’t even be bothered to reply, let alone return the favour. By the way, I’m okay – I’m not sat here curled over a whiskey bottle and crying over it, I’m just disappointed that it didn’t work out.(Oh, if you’ve found your way here from yoursite.nu, yay you!)
I laughed my ass off when I realised LJ was down today, BTW. It doesn’t bother me as I CAN – despite shouts to the contrary – live without it for a day or two (even though I do keep clicking the shortcut on my FF Toolbar and forget that it’s down :P). But I started to think about the zillions of angsty teenagers getting crabby and blaming Six Apart for this catastrophe. Poor LJ. Poor Brad. World’s suckiest timing for the site to fuck up, eh? Definitely not a Dry Blackthorn day.
Shall I tell you about my day now that I’ve finished bitching about my online one? Well, last night Sam actually slept through for the first time in four or five days, so that was pretty cool. I blacked out about 10.30pm I think, so I also managed to get a decent sleep, too. Then bright and early we went out with T & D and their daughter L, and the six of us went off to the little kiddies softplay castle-thingy that we found by accident at a birthday party Sam attended at the start of the month. It provides 90-min of soft Tumble-Tot-esque fun for a measly £2.50 a kid, so it’s a pretty cool way to while away some free time and tire an overboisterous kid out in the process. And this time, Sam didn’t spend the whole time crying – DEFINITELY an improvement.
Tonight I’m having an impromptu but very exciting Night Out (the captial letters ARE important, yes) with D. I think it involves a short drive and Pizza Hut, but if it’s away from babies, nappies and clearing up a toy-strewn lounge, I’m in. Yay!
V xx
p.s. Lost a pound on Thursday. Back up to 20.5lbs now. :)
p.p.s.
To anyone that’s worrying about me and a LJ entry . . . I’m okay now. I think. =P
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The Day I Couldn’t Think Of A Title
Added at 8:29pm and filed under Oh Mama
They’ve changed the staffing at S’s creche again. Of his three favourite (and MY favourite) staff, two have been designated out of the 1-2 yrs group and R – my SUPER favourite, who walks on clouds and drinks ambrosia in my opinion – has been moved from the group completely and into the Baby Room. I’m devastated and am taking it possibly worse than Sam will.
Thing is, is it worth complaining about this kind of thing? The Key Worker Sam’s been assigned isn’t inherently evil or anything. She’s nice enough. But she doesn’t seem to care about my little man like the other three do. When he sees her, Sam doesn’t smile and go all coy with love like he does with the others. But if I complain and make myself a fucking nuisance and ask for a different worker, does Sam suffer? :\ I’m sure that isn’t the case – hopefully they’re more professional than that – but who really knows?
Blah.
V xx
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