Since I am now officially The Domestic Goddess On Holidays (or "honey, I cant get out of the chair anymore") I find myself having to distract myself from all the stuff that still needs to be done by staying on line while my darling Monkey Boy is out battling 37 degree heat to pick up our new screen door. Thus, here's a rambling post about not very much.
I'm very excited about our new screen door. We havent had one in about 3 years. Now that Muffin (of "oooh, I think I'll piss off for 6 months and not tell anyone where I'm going" fame) is home and grounded forever, we cant have the back door open or she will high-tail it. As of this weekend, we can have the kitchen door open, no flies in the house and no Muffin escaping.
We also made another very exciting purchase a week ago: our first proper sofa. It wasnt that awful share-housing make-do crap kinda sofa that we've all had at one point in our lives. It's a real, solid, stylish, comfortable, proper adult-type sofa. With a fold out bed. I feel so grown up. Dont worry - it'll pass.
Muffin's sister, Squirmy, despite being on a maximum dose of oestrogen to calm her the fuck down, is STILL spraying around the house. A couple of weeks ago she sprayed me. ME! Last night she sprayed directly onto a power point that was turned on. Our animals are so fucked up. Lioness, maybe you have some ideas? What on earth are we going to do to a little human if we cant get it right with kitties?
Am having Braxton-Hicks again today. At least, I think they're Braxton-Hicks. I have been reassured that full engagement of the head does not predict anything about when you will go into labour, apart from the fact that you will at some point. Not sure I want to now. I woke up this morning thinking "Nope. Dont want a baby. Cats are fine. Can I change my mind? Cant do this. Am running away from home now."
I thought that wasnt supposed to happen until the transition stage?