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I am so very glad it's the weekend!
I've been having a lot of trouble getting a good night's sleep this week, and spent most of my non-work time arguing with Rowan over one thing or another. Long, pretty uninteresting story that I won't bother anyone with.
Also wasn't feeling very well yesterday, but I managed to get about five hours uninterrupted sleep last night and I feel slightly better for it. I was going to get an early night last night, 'cause I was feeling pretty woozy when I finished work, but then I settled down on the sofa with my laptop while I watched Sports Night, trawling through ff.net. Didn't go to bed till almost one... crazy how I don't seem to have suffered much for it.
There was supposed to be a test at work this afternoon, but they never called us to do it before I left for the day. So I'll probably get to do it on monday. Joy.
I also had an appointment to see the solicitor that pops into the office once a month. Time to get the divorce sorted out, y'see. It all seems pretty straightforward, and I don't expect my ex to put up a fight. But Iesu Grist is it expensive! It's £180 just to do the initial paperwork myself, then another thirty to get the decree processed, if I understood correctly. It's another £500+ on top if I let a solicitor do it for me. *winces* Plus the woman recommended I get a 'Clean Break' order processed too, to ensure he can't get his grubby hands on any of my finances in the future. And that's another £300 or so...
Why the hell did I get married in the first place...
Tomorrow I have to get Rowan's hair cut. I also intended to go pick out his Halloween costume for the party on Monday at the nursery, on the proviso that he behaved himself there today. However, I arrived to pick him up, was told he'd been good, and then what do I see as he walks towards me? Wet trousers. Same as every day this week.
He looked suitably ashamed and apologetic, but I don't know what to do now. I told him he couldn't take part in the party if he had an accident today, and I can't exactly go back on my word now can I? Yes, he's barely four, but he knows better than to behave this way...*sigh* But it would break his heart to miss out.
Parenthood has many joys, that's for sure. But the little things like this can really get you down.
In other news, I picked up Teen Titans yesterday. And unfortunately I was disappointed again. Not only was the art absolutely painful - to my eyes at least - but the story was extremely sub-standard. You guys know how much I adore Gail Simone, as she writes awesome stuff. But this comic reinforced my feeling last month that she wasn't given enough time to do her normally excellent work. It felt very forced to me.
I did like how the story was pretty much from Tim's point of view, though the fact it was about 'Father's Day' made it kinda inevitable. It just felt fitting that she focus on the 'Bat' in the team, since she does such good work in other Bat-titles.
And I think it's worth noting that 'Fool On The Hill' by The Beatles is a very nice little moodlifter when you're feeling blah for no concrete reason.
I've been having a lot of trouble getting a good night's sleep this week, and spent most of my non-work time arguing with Rowan over one thing or another. Long, pretty uninteresting story that I won't bother anyone with.
Also wasn't feeling very well yesterday, but I managed to get about five hours uninterrupted sleep last night and I feel slightly better for it. I was going to get an early night last night, 'cause I was feeling pretty woozy when I finished work, but then I settled down on the sofa with my laptop while I watched Sports Night, trawling through ff.net. Didn't go to bed till almost one... crazy how I don't seem to have suffered much for it.
There was supposed to be a test at work this afternoon, but they never called us to do it before I left for the day. So I'll probably get to do it on monday. Joy.
I also had an appointment to see the solicitor that pops into the office once a month. Time to get the divorce sorted out, y'see. It all seems pretty straightforward, and I don't expect my ex to put up a fight. But Iesu Grist is it expensive! It's £180 just to do the initial paperwork myself, then another thirty to get the decree processed, if I understood correctly. It's another £500+ on top if I let a solicitor do it for me. *winces* Plus the woman recommended I get a 'Clean Break' order processed too, to ensure he can't get his grubby hands on any of my finances in the future. And that's another £300 or so...
Why the hell did I get married in the first place...
Tomorrow I have to get Rowan's hair cut. I also intended to go pick out his Halloween costume for the party on Monday at the nursery, on the proviso that he behaved himself there today. However, I arrived to pick him up, was told he'd been good, and then what do I see as he walks towards me? Wet trousers. Same as every day this week.
He looked suitably ashamed and apologetic, but I don't know what to do now. I told him he couldn't take part in the party if he had an accident today, and I can't exactly go back on my word now can I? Yes, he's barely four, but he knows better than to behave this way...*sigh* But it would break his heart to miss out.
Parenthood has many joys, that's for sure. But the little things like this can really get you down.
In other news, I picked up Teen Titans yesterday. And unfortunately I was disappointed again. Not only was the art absolutely painful - to my eyes at least - but the story was extremely sub-standard. You guys know how much I adore Gail Simone, as she writes awesome stuff. But this comic reinforced my feeling last month that she wasn't given enough time to do her normally excellent work. It felt very forced to me.
I did like how the story was pretty much from Tim's point of view, though the fact it was about 'Father's Day' made it kinda inevitable. It just felt fitting that she focus on the 'Bat' in the team, since she does such good work in other Bat-titles.
And I think it's worth noting that 'Fool On The Hill' by The Beatles is a very nice little moodlifter when you're feeling blah for no concrete reason.