Some Days

Some days I want to hide under the covers until the storm of you has passed. Some days I don’t want to lose my temper because ‘I’ve asked you nicely ten times’ but those school shoes are still not attached to your feet. Some days I don’t want to be the referee as you and your sister bite and scratch…

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Smuggy McSmugface

Ooooh look what greeted me at breakfast this morning! I’m not smug though, not really. To me those roses are a symbol of something else. Relief. No, no, not that my husband still loves me…(although he bloody better after clearing up his offspring’s vomit at 2am on Monday morning).

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