Backup has arrived!

Karen is preparing mother's blow-up mattress for bedtime. It is hot - still 32 degrees at 9.00pm. Mother: No! No! Don't worry about that, I can sleep on the couch. Me: Mum, you are NOT sleeping on the couch. Mother: But I enjoy sleeping on them. Me (scoffs): Sure you do. You might! But not this one. (Our couch, though leather, so cooler, would be as comfortable as a POW camp stretcher) Me: Ah, it's so nice though to have someone here take the 'Mother Martyr' sceptre off me for a little while. Seriously, it was becoming too much. Thanks everyone for your kind words yesterday - no negatives, not even a slippery anonymous email saying I am the scourge of motherdom for letting a baby cry (but they will come....oh yes they will). To them I shall say, "Gee, you should hear him then when I put him in a bath of scalding water." Wow - I am even making a joke. I must be feeling better.