1 out of 5 ain’t ba… actually, it’s shit, isn’t it?

Yesterday’s pessimistic prediction regarding progress turned out to be overly-optimistic instead. We would probably have got more done today had we not spent the whole morning snarling and crying at one another. More sleep would have been nice. Or less period pain. My period, back in torrential force following a blissful progesterone-supplement-induced 5 day break (in which we went swimming for the first time with Harry! Yippee!) necessitated a full strip-down of our bed, washing of bloodstained mattress, and consequent pacifying of very awake and disgruntled baby at 3am this morning. You’d think a super-plus tampon and night-time ultra towel would last longer than midnight til 3am and not leak like a bastard thereafter, but apparently not. The two-day tsunami must surely end soon.

Anyhoo, we were all grumpy people this morning, and it wasn’t until after lunch that I tackled my scarecrow. Now, this isn’t the best photo ever. It looks like a sinister cross between a lynching and a stick-em-up, I know.


I will stage her better tomorrow. I haven’t stuffed my Sheik yet (can’t wait to see what google brings me for that one), but he can wait until morning; he’s only a sheet and a headdress.

I managed to rein myself in: I only picked up 5 copies.

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