The day started off relatively normally. Getting up, go for walk, have breakky, make lunches etc etc blah blah blah.
I had been invited to (another) Tupperware party, but wasn’t sure if I could make it or not. I would try …
… but my To Do List is now looking somewhat War and Peace so I probably shouldn’t …
We make it through the afternoon and the evening meal. I decide a relaxing bath is the way to go, telling the kids they have half an hour of play before bath time.
Water saving as well. I have a nice hot bath, and by the time I’m done, its perfect for them. And I don’t have to put up with “awwww, but you never let us play, how come you never let us play.”
Who says I’m not clever?
I almost complete a chapter of my book when the invasion starts. Godzilla hops in the bath (“Ow, is too hot!”) while Monkey Boy stands at the side playing 20 bazillion questions.
“Mum,” he enquires, “what are boobs for?”
“For feeding babies with” I responded hastily.
“No they’re not. They’re for boys to look at.”
“No they’re not.”
“According to my calculations, they are! I’ll even draw you a graph to prove it.”
Godzilla, in the meantime, is parking boats on my now rounded belly. Cold boats.