Pip didn't sleep at all last night.  She had a sky high temp at 39.6, although according to Mum she was 'just a bit warm.'  I ended up with her downstairs, she was not a happy baby.  Of course this morning, Mum's made a big deal about how tired I'm going to be and offered one of her classic pearls of wisdom, 'its something you have to cope with when you have kids.' (not sleeping that this).  Well, thanks for that Mum, your incredible insight has provided me with some 'inside' knowledge that I really couldn't have worked out for myself.  She was rude to Moons again, stating her wonderful comeback to Moons, 'whatever.'  I just LOVE hearing the way my Mum talks to my toddler.  Now wonder Moons shows Nanny little respect.  It took everything I had not to have a go.  But the mood Mum was in this morning and with my lack of sleep there wouldn't been any control from both sides.  Of course, I wasn't offered any support.  Not that I expect any.  Just comments to let me know that neither Mum nor Dad slept well.  Dad, bless him, never complains about not sleeping.  I only know because Mum makes a big deal out of it.  Poor Dad just has to work and get on with it.  Mum on the hand should be able to cope better with Pip disturbing her because according to her, she never sleeps.  I thought that their trip to Venice and our booked flights might buy us enough time, so that realising Moon and us will depart soon, she'll try to make the most of the time she has with us.  Apparantly not.  And what infuriates me more then ANYTHING is when its time for us to leave, she'll be devastated, I'll be devastated. 

This has taught us a HUGE lesson in patience and tolerance.  Its also taught us that we would never, ever stay with my parents again.  Even if we were homeless, we'd take shelter in a hostel.  Its getting almost as bad as when we stayed with Steve's family.  Although this time around, my Mum isn't a bitter wench trying to kill me with chicken!  Once again, HURRY THE HELL UP MARCH 5th!