The return was much better though: at 11pm at night, upon opening our front door, we discovered that the house stank. pungently. toxicly. The flooring guys hadn't finished.
So we scrambled to find a hotel room for the next five nights (1 available in the 50 mile radius, geez). And lived with all windows open for another five after that. It still smells, somewhat. I would be reassured, really, that it's just my paranoid pregnant hormones speaking, if it weren't for some pretty good evidence that that stuff has been banned in Europe for 20 years. Mmmh.
And the nanny we would have loved to hire just went with another family (I blame it entirely on the other-half of our proposed 'nanny-share' setup, as she said she'd "love to work with our family, and that there was simply too much driving for the other family"; but maybe she sensed that I needed a silver lining in that downer conversation).
So all in all: Ooomh.. Started the hippy hypnobirthing classes and was thrilled to find a very lively bunch of not-even-hippie couples. "You are feeling deeply relaxed..."
PS: Anyone want to babysit for us 6-9:30pm on Tuesday the 20th of November so we can attend the 3rd class?
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In passing news: an economist looks at dating - disspelling the Asian woman fetish myth; but supporting gender stereotypes:
We males are a gender of fragile egos in search of a pretty face and are threatened by brains or success that exceeds our own. Women, on the other hand, care more about how men think and perform, and they don't mind being outdone on those scores.
