Awww, thanks Imi.


We were okay though. TBH, it's been just as tough today though. Kayleigh's been out with her mates all day, Stu's gone away for the weekend, I had less than 5 hours sleep (Charlie still up at 6am!), and Charlie has been whinging all day long. He's tired, he's got a poorly tummy from being fed the only thing we had in the car (biscuits!

) instead of his bottle when he was hungry, and just been generally out of sorts all day. Charlie's now in bed, Kayleigh's coming in at 10pm, then I'm hitting the sack myself. Shattered.
Oh, and I didn't tell you the icing on the cake at the end of it all did I????
I got home at 12.05am, had wine and pizza, sat and told Stu the whole sordid story, then we decided to go bed at 1am. I popped loo before bed, and that cow Aunt Flo decided to make her wonderfully timed appearance!


Sorry, feeling really sorry for myself at the minute - I'l soooooo tired.
