I have waited in for most of today for my rocking chair to arrive.
And it is now here! Wireless broadband is a wonderful thing. I am sat in the nursery in the rocking chair, gently moving back and forth, with my Mac on my lap, and the dog refusing to come in the room on accont of the fact that there is new furniture in here and that it *moves*. Buddy does not like things that move. They may push him, or eat him at any moment if he is not constantly watching them. This explanation does not work for the issues that he has with the ironing board though - it is inanimate. The only thing I can think of is that the ironing board is in league with the iron, which has a long length of flex that might leap up and devour him like a boa constrictor.
I have a fridge magnet that says:
"I hope when my children look back one day
They remember a Mum who had time to play.
Time spent cleaning, time spent cooking -
Children grow up when you're not looking.
So hush now, cobwebs. Dust, go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep."
Indeed. I'm rocking my baby, and admiring the cobwebs. I'll deal with them later.
