My world turned upside down

Holy crap, the last month has been hectic.

We sold our house. Made a tidy profit, but have not been able to find a replacement...

I quit my job. Yes, I walked into my MD's office and said Adios Amigo, I've had enuff... they were shocked. Almost 8 years in this place, I've worked my arse off, I've done well, I've supported most of the staff in some manor, I've really given it my all. But they just wouldn't listen.

So, not too far from now, I'll be the guy standing at the traffic lights with a sign in my hand, looking a little forelorn...

"No job, no house, family to feed, gold card to pay, SUV installments... please help. Donations of R5000 and up would be appreciated"

On the upside, I am totally loving this new freedom. It is liberating. Been offered a couple of jobs, had a few businesses show some interest, and have generally been congratulated for my daring move. Weird hey? Everyone is congratulating me for resigning, even tho I have nothing set up for when my notice period is up.

So, 1 November 2007 I am a free man....

Now to make things happen...

Michael is fine. Wonderful really. Starting to teeth. This time I can actually feel the tooth. SO cute..

My first date...

So, last night C and I went on our first post-natal date.
Little M was left shnuggled up warm as toast with his granny and grandpa-Nige, while we went out into the cold wintery evening to check out a house (we're still homeless) and then to have a spot of dinner.
So, it wasn't exactly a dinner date but rather some time alone, just me and me darlin'.
We went to Jakes at Steenberg which was really good. Nice bottle of wine, some calamari, a burger and... oh sh!t my phone is ringing...
It my home number... that can only mean one thing... don't panic..
M is screaming his little lungs out. Now, to put this in perspective, this kid hardly cries. Gran is beside Nige who is beside himself...
I got the bill, wolfed down the last few mouthfulls of my burger, downed my wine, corked the half bottle and ran after my wife who was already trying to get into the car.
We barely stopped moving when she was out and into the house... and there he was in Granny's arms with a biiig smile for mommy...

Poor Gran has now lost her confidence as a baby sitter, which doesn't bode well for our future attempts at dates...
We'll just have to convince her it was teething or a blocked nose or some other common baby ailment.

That dirty weekend away will just have to wait...