Oh my god its Sunday morning, the house is tidy, the washing is on and I have some time to myself. I can't remember the last time. Crummy Daddy has taken the baby out shopping and I have the luxury of padding around the house half dressed drinking wine. Well it is Sunday.

Am determined today is to be a 'me' day after the disaster that was yesterday. Was planning a haircut and an afternoon with the girls when the news came in. Football was starting at 2pm and therefore CD had to drop everything and rush off, leaving me with the world's most miserable baby. We managed to get out for an hour before baby went into meltdown meaning I had to vacate Yummyland at top speed. Heaven forbid they should see a baby crying!

Goodness knows how I will cope with number two. Oh, did I forget to mention? I might be pregnant again......