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There is an inappropriateness in my home that causes some – not many – but some, to clutch their pearls and gossip about how they’d never let their children come over. Have you seen how inappropriate it is?! That’s okay. I’m not really sure I want those sorts of kids…
Not having made the basketball finals now means I get to spend Saturdays packing and cleaning and yelling a lot about not getting more shit out of boxes because we are trying to get it into boxes and not make any more frigging mess, for fuck’s sake! The entire concept…
I was treated, this afternoon, to taking the two older children to their After School Swimming Lesson. With Chippie in tow. And the bottoms of my bathers still AWOL. All fun. We were slighly late leaving school, which resulted, inevitably, in arriving at the exact time there are precisly zero…
It appears I completely overlooked the school holidays when planning big changes to my business. Mostly techcnical changes, but big at any rate. Although, really, I suspect it was because Grumpy advised me he would be around, and maybe we could go away for “these days” and we had it…
Not able to wait unitl Grumpy got home from work, I climbed into (my) bed with Monkey Boy. Way better than an electric blanket. Except that he wriggles a lot. Grumpy came home, I explained the day, showed him Monkey Boy’s red cheek and asked where he wanted to sleep.…