FRIDAY!
Apparently we have to get down today and everyone’s looking forward to the weekend? So i’m led to believe anyway.
What does the weekend mean to you?
To me it means sleeping until 6:30am if my better half is feeling kind, maybe having a mid afternoon bath (A BATH!!) or even putting the dishes off for a day…. LUXURY.
Unfortunately the benefits of having two parents around means one of them has to do the chores, guess which one? So amongst the rare mid afternoon bath there is also:
A MOUNTAIN of laundry – 10 T-shirts for 5 days, HOW?
Floors to clean – How do i manage to make a perfect trail of tea/coffee from kettle to couch every time?
Sorting out the recycling – I always try to place the items into the recycling bin for fear of the neighbors thinking i have a drinking problem and subsequently calling social services, thus resulting in my son being taken away from me. (I’m dramatic, i also let my recycling pile up over a couple of weeks, hence the abundance of glass and cans… in case you were wondering*.)
Food shopping – The fridge is empty, i go and spend £50 in the supermarket get home and unpack – the fridge is still empty, HOW? (I mainly purchase low-fat snacks that prompt the odd midweek chocolate run)
Change the bed/cot – Nate likes to pee and puke on our bed A LOT (but only on his dad’s side which makes me happy). In retaliation whenever Nate produces a big bogey, Mark picks them and wipes it on my pillow and sommmmetimmmmmmmmes i don’t happen to notice until the next morning and they are stuck to my face ( i suspect mark throws some of his own manlier looking – for good measure )
So if you excuse me, i have to ‘get down’ to some serious cleaning and mothering… Nate has woken up four times screaming since i started writing this and each time i get upstairs to him he instantly stops crying and starts laughing!
HAPPY WEEKEND!
* Baby food jars and the odd wine bottle or two (I’ve now convinced myself that YOU are going to phone social services, thus resulting in my son being taken away from me**)
**Please refrain from doing so, i’m actually an awesome mum. I take Nate for walks in the park when he’s pissed off in the house and i haven’t had a chance to do my eyebrows, which may not seem like much but my eyebrows grow at an ALARMING rate and i can go from zero to yeti in three hours or less.
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