Lost confused and looking for Inspiration - Stage 2

Easter came and so did Malcolm - he called late last week and K invited him up as he was in the area visiting friends.

I was going to talk to K about ensuring that he helped out but we've been fairly clashy this last week or so that I backed down and kept my mouth shut. Usually when we have visitors I'm the one that does all the "entertaining", all the cooking, all the making sure the guest is happy, but with Dylan on the scene I knew my priorities would be elsewhere.

I just figured I would see where things went. Malcolm arrived and an Indian was ordered (no cooking for me - hooray). Rosie had hurt her foot so K and Malcolm took off to the vets, it cost us £133.00 for them to tell us she was okay and give us some drops. I meanwhile changed the bedding and tidied the room Malcolm was staying in.

Sunday came and after carrying out the 7am feed and entertaining Dylan for an hour Malcolm woke up, K was sleeping, so I made him breakfast and we chatted waiting for K to wake. I prepared lunch and K and Malcolm headed out for a bit of a walk. I got Dylan down and napped myself. The guys returned around 3pm having gone for a walk and having a couple of pints. I then prepared dinner.

Monday we headed out: firstly to Mothercare to sort out the suit Malcolm had brought for Dylan, without realising it it still had the shop security tag on it. Then down to the Millenniumm Bridge (locally known as the Winking eye). As we got parked up Dylan began to cry and it was here that we discovered Dylans dummy was not with us. Kdidn'tt seem to think it was a problem that I spent the next 40 mins sat with my finger in his mouth whilst Malcolm and he enjoyed a pint!!!

Basically I'm pissed off at him for doing what I knew he was going to do , butI'm actually more pissed off at myself for letting him!!!