My escape into blogdom has been thoroughly rattled this week by the upcoming big move to Tasmania. Not one chore has been successfuly completed nor have I managed to achieve half the things I set out to do. This has been my week...Monday: Amount of times I asked Jack to stop sitting on Charlie - 160. Boxes packed -2
Tuesday: Lost my keys, again. Found them. Lost them again. Boxes packed - 1
Wednesday: Downed 3 champagnes in quick succession at high school art exhibition and wore shoes that were too tight. Boxes packed - 0
Thursday: Peed on twice while changing Charlie's nappy. Boxes packed - 0
Friday: Lost my marbles. Got homeopathic remedy to try and remind me where I left them. Boxes packed - does half a box count?
Saturday: Dropped mobile phone into full bowl of whipped cream at birthday party. Boxes packed - 0
Sunday: Father's Day. FINALLY, a relaxing morning, the sun shone, Daddy's new kite taken for a test flight. Very successful. No tears. Nothing lost. Bliss... Boxes packed - boxes? what boxes?
1 comment:
I will not state the obvious.
The first word would be "wish".
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