Off on a course again all day – so the kids had another “Daddy Day”.
These are always fun days. They do lots of fun stuff without me.
I made the obligatory evening phone call during my break, muffled voices, screaming and fighting over phone.
Spoke to Grumpy Pants, who was in fine form. Yes, had a fabulous day. No, they’ve been good. Yes, eaten dinner, just sitting down to watch a movie.
Spoke to Godzilla, who couldn’t speak long as the movie was about to start.
Spoke to Monkey Boy. Yes, they did have a good day. They watched Harry Potter one.
And were about to watch three.
Dinner was yummy. It was cheesey macaroni.
Godzilla stuck a pea up his nose.
Hmm, great. Not sure why Grumpy thought the day was fabulous in particular, but anyhoo.
Hung up. Went back to course.
Then it hit me.
I remembered the Tupperware with the carrots in it.
Still sitting in the bottom drawer where I had to hide it from Godzilla two nights ago, so he wouldn’t eat all the carrots.
Someone should really feed that kid some proper food.