Who cares about the cool people anyway?

To hell with it. I'm here, and ready to blog. Anyway, i reckon it should be spelled with an 'o' anyway, like good old English diarrhoea.

So - last night - Jazzie slept through 11 and 1/2 hours, woke up at 6.30am on the dot (which is what we're aiming for), did a full day's work at nursery (9-5), was witnessed smiling, is still drinking water, came home, did a load of giggling and went to bed without fuss.

What a good baby.

And I swam 40 lengths today before pigging out at Carluccios with a very pregnant Jessica.

Note to self - remember this week - there are good phases as well as the bastard hard ones.

dp (aka boyfried) had helluva day at work and I just told him to 'go away' like a bad dog. Feeling tres guilty.