tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post6438235844120369546..comments2023-11-03T07:29:16.334+00:00Comments on The Potty Diaries: It's official, I'm worth it...Potty Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04751869800592294891noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-6034046905968525672008-11-29T04:37:00.000+00:002008-11-29T04:37:00.000+00:00I tried to comment earlier, but I have an ancient ...I tried to comment earlier, but I have an ancient computer at home and it was being really rude...anyhow, I agree about the snuggling up thing with the kids when they are sick. Jonathan is sick this week and I like when he snuggles right up to me.<BR/><BR/>Now the whining...and the moaning and the cries of "nooooo!" for everything that he is asked is just enough. But the snuggling..yeah, I'll do that.<BR/><BR/>Love the idea of the calculator. Sending my Sister-in-law with her five kids, working two jobs, and no husband (single mom) along to that link. Bet she'll rank pretty high, even though she can't be at home with the kids all the time like she would like to. OK. Off to read and comment on your other posts if my computer allows this evening.Lisa @ Boondock Ramblingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11430994283914399581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-72545032545940661242008-11-27T14:02:00.000+00:002008-11-27T14:02:00.000+00:00Ooh, I got that calculator email too, but didn't l...Ooh, I got that calculator email too, but didn't look at it...I'm not sure what it would reveal about me, though, as despite doing a lot of the child stuff I 'delegate' all household DIY stuff to my husband. <BR/><BR/>Little boys ARE sweet when mildly unwell, aren't they. All sleepy and cuddly and needy. But I could do without the vomiting....nappy valley girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10788949037047084412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-50253428042353053112008-11-27T03:01:00.000+00:002008-11-27T03:01:00.000+00:00Poor baby, hope he's better soon - and hasn't give...Poor baby, hope he's better soon - and hasn't given 'it' to boy 1 or you! It is lovely when they're all cuddly even if the price is snotty everything. It's those poor red noses that got to me, so sore. <BR/><BR/>At the age of 6 my boy 2 very kindly insisted on reading 'Fungus the Bogeyman' to me during a bout of 'flu. "It will make you feel better Mummy"! Also the DK Encyclopedia. These were his favourite books at the time. Now there's something to look forward to in a couple of year's time PM, although perhaps you will be spared Fungus the Bogeyman, (complete with pop-ups, flaps and tabs to pull), as I'm not sure that it's still available.....sharonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03247276433803886670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-14316543797871814922008-11-26T21:13:00.000+00:002008-11-26T21:13:00.000+00:00Awww, poor little guy. All things considered I ho...Awww, poor little guy. All things considered I hope he feels better soon!R. Molderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18119986754283927453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-17436040402753267192008-11-26T20:58:00.000+00:002008-11-26T20:58:00.000+00:00EPM - I'm so with you. Now, go and lie down. And...EPM - I'm so with you. Now, go and lie down. And send your husband to sleep on the sofa.<BR/><BR/>Iota, I know. He's recovered now, however. Still full of snot, leaving a crusty trail behind him, but no longer cuddly. Is it wrong to feel a little bit sad about that?<BR/><BR/>Jo, that's so TRUE! I knew there was a reason I had time to sit snuggling on the sofa - it's because I'm having to do less picking up. <BR/><BR/>Aims, if it's any consolation I have bogies on both my shoulders AND in my hair...<BR/><BR/>Tara, £55K? I think you're underselling yourself.<BR/><BR/>Irene, I know it. I'm lucky. Thank god I realise that (in amongst all the bitching and complaining, that is...)Potty Mummyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04751869800592294891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-33815462289218104592008-11-26T16:22:00.000+00:002008-11-26T16:22:00.000+00:00I never minded when my children got sick. I saw it...I never minded when my children got sick. I saw it as an opportunity to have some extra bonding time with therm, because the circumstances dictated it. I loved the cuddly, close together, sit on my lap and cuddle with me together time. That was especially true when they were pre-teens. I would love to have a little snotty body to hold again and rock it in my arms. The worst of times can be the best of times.Irenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05043376053971475659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-90309964189377131992008-11-26T15:19:00.000+00:002008-11-26T15:19:00.000+00:00I was blathering on about this yesterday on anothe...I was blathering on about this yesterday on another blog who was asking if anyone can multitask.<BR/><BR/>After I stopped my uncontrollable laughing, I told him (for it was a he) that women to it all the time only they don't call it multitaking them call it life.<BR/><BR/>£55K a year please!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01124513427678555863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-79841852603943370532008-11-26T15:17:00.000+00:002008-11-26T15:17:00.000+00:00And here is where you get me. That whole snuggling...And here is where you get me. <BR/><BR/>That whole snuggling - little child smell - the needing - the feeling of a child that is yours.<BR/><BR/>Never have - never will - never known.<BR/><BR/>Makes me weep. And ache.aimshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12685252628734838159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-8876570283344899532008-11-26T15:11:00.000+00:002008-11-26T15:11:00.000+00:00Blimey we really should get paid, we'd be rich. S...Blimey we really should get paid, we'd be rich. Sighhh. Hope boy 2 gets better soon, but I really 'get' that snuggly snuffly time, it can be so lovely, though tiring. Miss M is adorable when ill and she makes so much less mess. (Bad Jo).Jo Beaufoixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00957369658590225971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-16396892042088900892008-11-26T14:14:00.000+00:002008-11-26T14:14:00.000+00:00Somehow when a child is ill, you don't have any ot...Somehow when a child is ill, you don't have any other jobs which are more pressing than snuggling up with him/her. What a lovely picture of you and the little Boy.Iota https://www.blogger.com/profile/08507184283437057648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-36752811929748477012008-11-26T14:02:00.000+00:002008-11-26T14:02:00.000+00:00What they don't tell you is that when you "stay at...What they don't tell you is that when you "stay at home to be with the children", you also end up with 99% of the domestic chores because, I mean, what the hell else would you do all day? (OK, I'm currently sleep deprived because of sore throat, fidgety sleeping husband and teenage son who has to get up at 6 for basketball practice.)Expat mumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17798190669591053390noreply@blogger.com