Bubbling Broodyness

Both the baby, the boyfriend and I survived an overnight babysitting session. Part of me was hoping that looking after a 12 day old baby overnight would put me off for the next few years, but it was actually a lovely experience. Apart from an hour of grizzlyness before her midnight feed the baby was an angel. Once she'd had her midnight feed she slept through until I woke at 6.30 am to feed her again and then she curled up on my chest and had a 3 hour doze with me in bed until her next feed. It was the nicest feeling in the world. Needless to say I am even more broody now then I was before.

After all the fun of babies and cuddling I had to go back to the real world and do more DIY and decorating in my flat. It never ends. The huge telly is now mounted on the wall, unfortunately none of the cables to plug it in are long enough now so although it looks lovely on the wall it doesn't actually turn on. On a more practical note I now have blinds in my bedroom. No more being woken up by the rude rude rude sunshine at 6.30 in the morning.

Tomorrow night my Dad's business partner's daughter, who is like a little sister to me, is coming to stay at my flat and then on Thursday we're off to the Natural History Museum and then back off home. As she's only 9 years old this is a HUGE responsibility. Not only do I have to keep her overnight, I also have to not lose her in London. Once I've succeeded in not losing her I then I have to get her back to Kent in my car. I'm so nervous about being distracted by her being in the back. It sounds strange, but the idea of being in a crash when it's just me in the car doesn't freak me out that much, however the idea of having a crash with someone else's child in the car freaks me out a lot. I'm a fairly sensible driver, but I haven't even had my licence a year yet. Fingers crossed we'll both be OK.

Lily xXx

Bored of Relaxing

It's happened already. I've got so bored of relaxing that I've started working. This can only be good for my bank balance but has many of my friends looking at me like I'm insane. This is because they don't realise how fun it is to work in a bar. For all the annoying people who shout and swear or vomit on me there are 100 other lovely customers who really make my day. The other people I was working with are really hyper and cheerful like me, which made working even more fun. Work becomes a whole lot more fun when the 3 of us behind the bar are all singing and dancing and laughing, and the customers love us. I've now been working part time in this bar so long a lot of the regulars feel almost like family. It's just a really nice atmosphere. Shame some dappy tart stood on my foot while wearing high heels. It still hurts now.

Thankfully as well as enjoying work my friends are being great and putting up with my new erratic sleeping and waking hours now I'm working in the evening. This means they'll have breakfast with me at lunchtime and they don't mind waiting up late for me to watch a DVD after work when I need to wind down.

The love quadrangle is complicated as ever, but I've decided to just go with the flow and do what feels right. I really get along well with this guy so no matter what we're staying as friends, and if that develops into something more it shouldn't be an issue with the rest of our friends. I think the main issue is that my best friend is worried that he's trying to string his ex and I along. This would be bad. Now she's realised that anything between him and I is based on the fact that we get on really well and have a giggle together, I'm getting a lot less negativity.

Scarily on Tuesday I'm having my first ever big drive. I'm driving a friend 108 miles to pick up his new car, and then driving back ON MY OWN! Needless to say I am a little nervous. Especially since I have the sense of direction of a cabbage. Fingers crossed with traffic I won't be driving more than 5 hours. Knowing me I'll end up in Scotland or Wales. I'm just hoping that I manage to follow my friend's car back home. Apparently I get to drive past the junction for Ikea. The temptation to stop for meatballs might be too large to resist. Mmmmm.

Lily xXx