D isnt feeling well. He is down with the flu. Well, that's only my opinion. If you ask him, and he has been very vocal about this, he is on death's bed and he has been struck with some newfangled disease that renders him totally and utterly helpless. He is of course the only one in the whole wide world who is sick at this moment in time so the whole universe has to revolve around him. I now have 2.5 babies at home.

In addition to my having to listen to his moans and groans, I have to organise a semi-vegetarian barbecue lunch tomorrow. Oxymoron eh. We are having a couple over. A is an English academic who is vegetarian, and D, his significant other, is an Italian carnivore. I am thinking chips and cheese and crackers for appies, grilled marinated tofu skewers with satay sauce, tomato, mozzarella and basil (fresh from our herb garden thankyouverymuch) salad, grilled salmon (somehow eating ground up cow patties seem strange with a vegetarian looking on), maple syrup glazed sweet potatoes, grilled portobello mushrooms and iced lemon tea for refreshments (if I am not Sangria, nobody else is!). They are bringing desert. Should be fun although there is no way in hell Sasha is going down for a nap while they are over...so we shall see where Her Grumpyness takes us.

Sasha has been quite a handful this past week. Enough of a handful that even D has lost his patience a few times...unbelievable as it may be. She has been totally refusing to sleep and where it used to take us an hour to get her to bed, it can now take up to 3 hours. It is getting to the point where in exasperation I just tell her that she can do whatever the hell she wants to do, I get into bed and tune her out. Usually within an hour she will give in and ask to be put to bed. She is extremely strong willed and has no qualms about standing or sitting in one spot with her chubby little arms crossed and telling us that she is mad. To get her point across, she will, as she is shedding crocodile tears or having hysterics, tell us that she is crying. You know, just in case the reason why she is not getting her way is that we cannot hear her crying. Although we are directly in front of her, wondering what demon has possessed or child. She is really really testing her boundaries and it is getting increasingly difficult for us, well, me especially, to maintain them. If she had been like this in November I can tell you that there would be no second baby on the way. As it is I have never really wanted children because I have experienced the tantrums of younger siblings. Ever an optimist, I figured maternal instinct would kick in and all will be well. Well, maternal instinct is failing me with her current behaviour and I am, as I control my temper with her, thinking what the hell am I in for for the next few years. If I had a do-over, I sometimes wonder if I would opt for the easier DINK route. Hmmmmm...