Well, surprise, surprise

Saturday comes and I manage to write my book review in record time. The day is fine and pupo's butt looks better. We all end up going to the lake, hubby gets on boat, I change pupo on the floor of a freezing toilet, I feed pupo, the weather turns cold quickly, pupo is unhappy, mum and pupo come home. Saturday evening, we are NOT going for dinner, pupo's bum is a little red again and I want him left to air; he has also had a big day already. What happens? We go for dinner, mum changes pupo on the floor, looks after pupo, feeds pupo. Hubby enjoys his tea and doesn't stop talking and drinking for 3 seconds to glance in his direction. Hubby eventually comes home after I insist (and insist and insist).
Sunday, nappy rash is dreadful again, one screaming child, one mum amazingly finding herself doing most of the changing and all of the worrying. One complacent hubby who thinks it is "fine" and that he is just crying for attention. One bottom that is so raw it actually bleeds in one spot.

Monday, oh, I can't even begin to describe Monday. We see the nurse tomorrow and maybe she'll have some miracle cure.