tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643066160382165031.post8560459157163189421..comments2023-08-24T12:30:11.744+01:00Comments on Domestic Oubliette: Poo Much InformationDomestic Oubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298706907126418711noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643066160382165031.post-89042731887478206722010-07-25T20:00:52.909+01:002010-07-25T20:00:52.909+01:00Titus - projectile vomiting twins and exiting husb...Titus - projectile vomiting twins and exiting husbands, I feel like crying just reading about it! And I couldn't agree with you more about those criticism of single mums - toughest bloody job.<br /><br />Rachel, you have to laugh, don't you! And yes, those with staff are missing out ... I may now have to have a quiet few minutes now just imagining my life with staff (cue wistful sighs...)Domestic Oubhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17298706907126418711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643066160382165031.post-46973114263856197972010-07-25T09:19:10.206+01:002010-07-25T09:19:10.206+01:00Funny from a distance (but remember I did just nur...Funny from a distance (but remember I did just nurse a dying very old person at home for some time...).<br /><br />And Titus' poo story is excellent too. You see the royals, Beckhams and co miss all this fun by having staff...<br /><br />xRachel Foxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11803852725693518924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643066160382165031.post-3283637848440511082010-07-24T23:48:10.162+01:002010-07-24T23:48:10.162+01:00Oh D'Oub, all our yesterdays!
How well I remem...Oh D'Oub, all our yesterdays!<br />How well I remember, yet try to forget, the night when, at 2 months old, both boys were projectile vomiting and my husband got ready for work (nights) while I was slumped crying in a doorway wailing "You can't leave me like this". <br />More recently, whilst having some pals to play, somebody grazed a knee rather significantly (or knocked an old scab off) and bled profusely all over upstairs, the caprets and each and every duvet, pillowcase and sheet. I was impressed until I started cleaning it up, and didn't stop until an hour later. With the washing machine still on.<br />Best one was when a strange dog visitor did a poo in the corner of the lounge. We blamed everyone under three in the room, until we looked more closely and smelt it. <br /><br />So my heart to you, and I cannot stand it when someone says single mothers just do it for the council house. I wouldn't be on my own with them for ten council houses.Titushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16380213493011623153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643066160382165031.post-15894593421533348062010-07-24T19:35:13.361+01:002010-07-24T19:35:13.361+01:00I'm laughing already - but it's more of on...I'm laughing already - but it's more of one of those cross-the-street-it's-a-crazy-person kinda laughs...Domestic Oubhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17298706907126418711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643066160382165031.post-91037532302269565062010-07-24T19:15:04.501+01:002010-07-24T19:15:04.501+01:00yeah, meant to say, that cuppa later in the week? ...yeah, meant to say, that cuppa later in the week? deffo at mine ok? <br /><br />lol, you'll all look back and laugh, some dayNiamh Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06519443787482685320noreply@blogger.com