Thanks mate. It means a lot to know that someone somewhere still loves me. ;)

but but but - she called you a cranky cow. not just a regular ole cow, but a cranky cow!

hey Ali, I wouldn't go so far as to say I love you, but hang in there and don't rule out PPD either. You Aussies share the Brit "Stiff upper lip" thing, and tend to avoid labelling and help. Not saying you need to seek help, but just be aware of PPD lurking n the shadows. It's not a black and white thing.

Yes, but she said it with love. ;)

That's true monster, and I did wonder last night if I might need help, but things were much better with the light of day upon them, so I'm just going to put it down to being tired and out of patience. I'm sure if I do it again Dazza will probably try and have me committed anyway. :D

So sorry Ali. I hope you get some good rest, and it all seems better, as so often happens.

Those first few months with a new baby are SO hard. I might have more than two kids if I hadn't felt like those first few months was a living hell. Dunno if it was PPD or just a husband who would rather remodel a bathroom than help with the baby (true story...with the first baby, he gutted our ONLY bathroom the week after she was born).

And then it gets better.

And then they become teenagers.

Nothing at all.

:)

And then it become harder to deal with them, again. Only different problems, bigger, more complex. And then they move out.

Oh Ali, honey, you sound like you've had a really exhausting time. No wonder you're on a short fuse. Pat yourself on the back for not actually killing anyone :P

Nothing but excuses from the electrician.....I told him if he wasn't here by tomorrow afternoon FUGGITABADDIT. Bastard.

I should put this in the happy thread, but I just wanted to respond to you lovely people. :)

Thanks for your kind words. Things are much better today although the dogs did wake Max up about half an hour after his morning nap started. It was all forgotten when I went in to try and pat him back off to sleep and he greeted me with a big cheesey smile. Maybe he'd been awake the whole time. I don't know, but he sure didn't seem upset at all, and now he's happily flapping away under his tinkly toys on his little baby play gym thingy.

So, I just thought I'd tell you all that I feel better both physically and emotionally. I got a good sleep in last night with only one brief feed to contend with. Coupled with the fact that my apology to my darling husband was well recieved and I'd say it's all coming up roses today. :)

Good to hear!

Call the electric company and ask them what the hell happened... they know.

Cum, bleed or blister, I WILL resolve the problem on THIS day.

what problem? I though it was working again?

If so, Bruce is right, it was a power company screw up. An electrician will probably be a waste of money. He will find nothing wrong with your wiring.

You sound very resolute on this issue. I like that.