Don't you don't like it

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?