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Surprise

Apparently women with jobs and children are not frequent bloggers. Wow, I'm amazed. Its something so obvious we probably need to fund research to find out if it is true. And whether the workload of two essentially full time jobs has anything to do with it...

I had a good break in Nelson with the parental ones. They have just bought a new camper van and me and h were Not Allowed In. Especially h. It was all shiny and new, and H has Very Sticky Hands which Leave Marks. But the rumour is the marks all over the french door thingys are being left for a few days as a momento of our visit. Sweet. They are also much more flexible these days about me using the bigger car with the car seat clips, which makes me much happier about the safety parts of driving with the kids. Even if I do tend to indicate I'm about to turn a corner with the window wipers! (its european, and the little levers for the indicator and windscreen wipers are reversed from my car).

My friend who refuses to solve her problems still has the same problems - no surprise!! ;) It can be frustrating being her friend, but it is not my place to solve her problems, only to be a supportive friend. Its one hell of a learning curve for my own self discipline.

The children seemed to have a good time. The husband is getting cranky about all the weekends that he is having to spend away (four in a row, we're up to number two). It makes me happy that he is cranky about it, otherwise I might think he would rather not be at home.

Today the paragon of a husband climbed onto the roof (which is a long way from the ground, and therefore out of my safety zone) and cleared out the gutter. Now when it rains we don't have Niagara Falls outside the bathroom window. When he pulled the gunk out that was blocking the downpipe, it roared and shook as the water drained away. Its making me deleriously happy, all the silence when it rains.

Which it is doing a lot.

At the other end of the house there is a gas fire going, and there is a dog and a cat sharing a beanbag in front of it. I was going to turn it off as there is no-one up that end of the house, but they looked so happy, and aren't they 'someones' too?