The title comes from my darling daughter, who when she was younger took very seriously the "we don't say hate" lesson.
So don't you don't like it when you had a week last week on the blog about being tight on time, tight on money, loved ones medical mishaps and lighthearted dramatics of the child - and really, you have nothing further to add this week?
V thinks he might try to go back to work tomorrow. He said he would work until his back killed him. I asked if he could possibly only work until 1/4 to his back killing him.
I would tie him down and ban him from going, except that (a) as holder of the purse-strings, I know the nuances of that, and (b) I get more work done when he isn't here.
Not that he intrudes on my working - its just that sometimes my work requires me to zone right into the machine and its hard to hone your zone when your used to honing alone.
I am going to miss my lunch being made for me, though.
So yet again, this little duck isn't making the rounds of blogland for a bit. Profuse apologies.
On the upside, I did some really fantastic to-do lists on the weekend and they got done and dusted (with accompanying sneezes from 'Salina).
Less than 3 weeks to go until the wedding. Gave myself palpitations on the weekend when I was doing my money massage and suddenly the money set aside for various fripperies like clothes for V, shoes for me, a hair colour, the possibility of flowers and "folding money" for the days before, during and after vanished from my equations. Not a pleasant feeling - more an "oh goodness, where did I hide that G?"
Luckily I found it this morning. Phew.
With my time budgeting, the week before the wedding is slated for those little fripperies to be finalised...
Anyhow - how you all doing?