Well, no you can’t beat ’em coz the bloody Mumfia get all hoity toity and say things like “You’re a bad mother” and stuff like that. After last night’s food rubbage in hair incident, and the super angry, long discussion Monkey Boy and I had afterwards, he sat and ate…
Tag: meal preparation
There we are, Godzilla and I, preparing dinner. “I don’t like that!” he tells me, before he’s even seen what we are having or asking what it is. Followed by “What are you making for dinner?” Hrmmmm. “Curried sausages.” “I don’t like that.” I know, I know. You never have,…
I’m happy for the day to end now. And, surely, I’ve had my three “bad things come in threes”. I was trying to be helpful and get the limes that Grumpy needed for dinner. The ones up the other end of the house, under the pram where, in my distressed…
Honesty is the best policy, I always think. So, I was honest. I left to pick the kids up. Walking, Chippie in pram. I hate plugging kids into car seats. So I didn’t. At the point of no return, it started raining. Argh! It stopped when I got under shelter…