I don’t know if I can take much more excitement.
We’ve – and by “we’ve” I mean “I’ve” – started asking around for help and making arrangements for when I’m off in Shanghai (courtesy of Coca Cola) and things are falling into place.
I did get to spend some of yesterday having my fingers smashed with a toy train and a small rubber pig shoved into my mouth, just prior to a warm, relaxing bath with the toddler attempting to extricate my left nipple from the rest of my breast with his bare hands. Then having a tantrum and attempting to bite the hand covering the now cowering nipple.
Woke up after another crappy night of sleep to the delight of my phone informing me I had a dentist appointment, which I went to not having eaten lunch and returned, starving and with an extremely numb half a face. Thankfully, we had no bread in the house, so nothing to tempt me to attempt eating and lacerating the insides of my mouth.
Or, quite possibly we do have