And that, my child, would be fact …

Quietly relaxing (pahahahahahahahah) by which I mean I placed my arse on the couch for .376 of a second when Monkey Boy approached, by which I mean “yelled from the other end of the house” and asked the unthinkable. “MU-UUM! Where are your post-it notes?” To which I replied with…

How To Build Lego

This afternoon, I had the distinct privilege of spending quality time with Eldest Son, Monkey Boy. Said quality time consisted of building a Lego Star Wars Big Fucker of the Thing with One Bazillion Pieces. It was a Galacticon Battlezoid or a Republic Attack Shuttle or something. I think I…

That's not a tantrum …

Up just before the coffee machine this morning, which is never a good thing. I have to wait for it to grind and brew. I used the time to battle some guilt about being extremely desperate for a walk versus leaving Grumpy alone with the kids again. Oh, and leaving…

Losing his head

Up relatively early, chest still sore, but nowhere near what it was. Head fluctuating between ok and needing lots of wine. Kids still having big sleep ins, with exception of Chippie, who is easily bored and manged to work his way into The Forbidden Room, so named because it contains…

Make it STOP!

Monkey Boy and Grumpy Pants negotiated a deal (I wish the wouldn’t) regarding the inability to put much desired Lego set on layby yesterday. Monkey Boy counted up all his birthday and Christmas funds and calculated the amount of pocket money we owe him (11 weeks, really must have words…