Tuesday 14 August 2019

  • No of trips to the toilet alone: 2 (woohoo!)
  • No of accidents by Daisy: 3
  • No of times Daisy escaped the garden: 0 (hence the 3 accidents!)
  • No of times Samuel escaped the garden: 1
  • No of times I burst into tears: 2
  • No of times I wet myself: 2
  • No of times I wanted to run away: 1 (miracle)

So today wasn’t too bad in normal terms.  OH left early for overnight trip to Head Office, so the morning should have been chilled…  Bar the recycling team coming at about 8am and therefore Samuel arrived in outfit 1. ready to ‘help’, it was a pretty chilled day.

A flurry of work emails contributed to Daisy’s ‘accident’ record, as well as the sad affair of dead pigeon chicks that we had ‘rescued’ from the ground the night before.  This also contributed to Samuel’s outfit no. 2 (builders outfit), not sure of the relevance but anyway.

To resume happy holiday affairs Henry (yes he emerged from his room, yes he was still in his pants, yes he did wash his hands!) suggested the baking of cheese straws, who doesn’t love cheese straws.  Outfit no. 3 for Samuel (full Chef’s whites) Shall I just suggest following the recipe precisely…. extra cheese is not always such a good idea!

my depressing life

A visit to Grandma Bling (best name ever!) with Samuel prompted outfit no. 4 (no idea or care by this point, bar the amount of f**king washing this becomes), such fun.  After several hours and much fun, a temper tantrum took the better of a small person and after strong resistance (we are literally like MI5) he cried himself out and fell asleep where he lay.

Sleepover at Grandma’s!!!!!!!!!!!!

This shit ain’t easy folks, and don’t let anyone make you feel like it is (she says skipping home and pouring a large gin!)

How are you all coping?

Fay x

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