Because I'm nice

Following on from my earlier discussions with Monkey Boy, we were lying there, snuggled up, and he reiterated the “you’re nice” point again. Which is really lovely to hear. “Why am I nice?” I enquire. I probably shouldn’t have, but I did. I’m a masochist like that. “You’re really grumpy…

Taking real mumming one step further

I came across a quote in the course of one of my days last week. It read: Don’t worry, you’re not the first mom who’s every thrown a towel on the peed-on sheets and gone back to bed. I like quotes like that. They help back me and my message…