Had a terrible sleep last night. Well, technically, I had some small moments of sleep in between terrible awakeness.
I was tired. And very, very, very grumpy. I don’t do tired well. Nor do I do the morning after sleepless nights well. Particularly not on top of some not-wanted news.
Drop the kids off. Go to peadiatrician appointment. Go to Medicare. Go home and eat. Convince Chippie we have to go to Lego Club at school. Go to Lego Club (complete with loads of Child Entertaining Paraphernalia). Get home. Answer door to courier woth some Food Related Items I am to play with and blog about. Discover Chippie eating contents of delivery. Look down and discover poo on jeans.
Must have grabbed yesterday’s pair.
Take kids to guitar after thoroughly checking hands, clothing and hair for any food and/or bodily excremements and/or traces of.
“Mum?” asks Monkey Boy. “What’s a period?”
Do I really want to have this discussion with a ten year old boy tonight?