Struggle Street.

It's been a really rough week. As outlined in the previous post, DH has been away, which is not usually any big deal. But this trip could not have been worse timing as Harri has been diabolically needy and whingy and generally miserable. And while he tantrums throughout the day, I am also having to have proper grown up discussions with our builder and his various tradespeople about floorboards, and cabinets, and bathroom fixtures, dimensions of laundry basins and so forth. These conversations can be taxing at the best of times, but Harri spinning on his back like a sprayed cockroach at the same time really adds a bit of spice to the proceedings.

I'll be glad when these extensions are finished. And I'll be extra glad when this grumpy phase of Harri's passes. In the meantime thank goodness for good wine.