Where to start?  Well, my folks are here and I'm ran off my feet!  Most people, when their family visit talk about how great it is, they help around the house, look after the grandkids and people seem to be relaxed.  Its so hard to imagine!  My parents have been rooted to the seats in the garden while I run around looking after the girls, tidying the house and playing chauffeur. They haven't rented a car, which means Steve and I are driving in convey all the place site seeing.  The end of the weekend and I was so tired from driving!  On Monday, the live in is sick, so I 've been trying to study for the new semester, whilst driving Moons to school, Pip to her dance classes, bouncing a miserable, teething again Egg.  All the while my mobile is ringing with requests and questions about everything.  I wouldn't  mind, only my folks sit there watching me!  Yesterday evening I escaped to pilates and as I was walking out the door, there was this big dicussion about dinner, uh-oh, I've gone - whats everyone going to do.  I simply don't care!  They can fend for themselves!  Back when Steve and I stayed with my parents, we weren't in a position to contribute financially, but we made sure the house was clean and there was never thing anything of 'us' lying around.  It was a stressful time.  Don't get me wrong, I'm really pleased to see my folks after two years and I will miss them when they go.  But its so strange!  My Dad has always believed that a woman's job is to look after the house,kids,husband, etc.  So he's never changed a nappy.  And my Mum likes watch to see how I'm coping - the mark of a good woman who can juggle everything without cracking a sweat.  So I'm aware my performance is being judged, although I can safely say my marks will be low!  Then Steve comes in from work - the hero!  Been busy at the office all day, I should have the kids cleaned and in bed and dinner on the stove.  Still, I knew how it was going to be, we wanted to make sure we were completely set up and prepared for their arrival - unfortunately two things have happened that I didn't preempt.  The live in is sick and the other Nanny, the part time one that I've mentioned before has resigned!!  It came out of the blue and I was gutted.  She wrote me a letter, refuses to take my calls.  I found out on Saturday - I was at the time devastated, but I'm over it now.  She never got on with the live in, and when we went to Auckland last week for the Top Gear thing, they were forced to work together.  I don't know what happened - no one's told me!  On the first day, apparantly she left extremely early, I only found out later.  I saw her on Saturday afternoon when we returned and for the first time ever I had to, in effect, 'tell her off.'  She was driving the girls around in my BMW, not the landrover.  She's never driven that car before, she's not named in the insurance documents, she wouldn't even have known if it was mechanically sound.  I was surprised that she'd just taken the keys and gone!  I reminded her that the landrover was my preference for the girls - its more safe.  Besides, Egg's car seat doesn't fit properly in the landy, so the live in, who had Egg should have been the one using it.  By all intents and purposes, I wasn't angry.  I just reminded her.  The agency called me to say that not being able to use the BMW was one of the reasons cited for her quitting.  Also, not getting on with the live in.  If its a choice between the two, I'd choose Austria every time (the live in!).  She's really warm with the girls, they adore her.  So, I'm on this recruitment drive again to find someone one day a week.  Its a really bad time because I have a lot of study to do, its hard enough to study with Egg, let alone the others!  Steve keeps droning on about my business idea.  I'm really happy that he's so supportive and has so much faith in me, but at the moment, I just feel it'll be a launch away from my comfort zone.  He's keen for me to work again, but I'm only interested in part time.  He knows that I find living here extremely hard and I guess he figures a job will keep me distracted.  I did apply for a position that would complement my degree.  I was rejected.  Ouch!  I know it happens, but it was my first application since having my third child - Big hit!  Still working hard on the fitness thing, to date have lost 14 kilos.  I do feel fit, but I don't think I look any different.  Grrr!  I completed that 7km in under an hour, it was in the paper!  So I beat my training time!  Hope I can do the 10km next!