17th June

Happy birthday D! Well, happy 9 month birthday anyway. 9 months ago, I was suffering all the agonies of hell to bring you to the world (you owe me, boy.)

He seems happily oblivious to all of this, of course. He's been very quiet this morning. I think he was slightly perturbed by the sight of his mama wilfully chiselling great lumps out of the bedroom wall. Bloody woodchip. I quite literally want the person who invented the bloody stuff to stand before me and hold himself accountable. Why would anyone want strange little scruffy bits of sawdust stuck to their walls?

I myself was more perturbed by the removal of the masking tape on the dining room wall. I'd painted said wall a lovely sexy shade of chocolate (our feature wall, dahling) and had dutifully put masking tape all round the edge to keep it nice and neat. Why then, when I removed it this morning, did I discover that all the sodding paint had leaked out underneath it (not quite creating that razor-sharp line of perfection that I was hoping for) and to add insult to injury, it also tore chunks out of the aged paint on the ceiling. Which now means I have to paint that as well. And the skirting board. And the window sill. Grrr!!!

Work breeds more work in this house, I swear. I am sure it is conspiring against me. For example, why is it, when I clean the kitchen floor, there is always a layer of dirt on it about ten minutes after? How else can that be explained apart from the house meanly scattering dirt back on itself when my back is turned? Same goes for the horrible cheap bathtub which always has grimy footprints up one end, no matter how many times I polish and scrub at them.

Thankfully, we're off out today, to see some old work colleagues who happened to have babies pretty much exactly the same time as me. Two girls. D will be in his element, he likes the ladies. He has an unfortunate habit of dropping his trousers in front of them. I do hope this isn't a sign of future adult behaviour, it won't stand him in good stead at all. And it is a beautiful day. I am having lovely visions of sitting outside in the garden with three cheerful, smiling little babies. (Tenner says the reality doesn't quite match the vision... chances are it might be D who doesn't quite manage to fit into it, his poor old teeth are really giving him gyp at the moment...)