I need you. I want you. I am here. Alone. Waiting for you to make the first move. You're all I've been waiting for... well, you and more. 38 this year. 2 toddlers and a husband. Communication is difficult and strained, terse even. "How you going?" "Are you having a go at me?" Slightly more agressive with the little ones. "Look! Listen! Muma says you can't do that to your brother" "Get off your f*&king sister" repeat and rub dry salts into both eyeballs 365 days/year. Only 13 -15 yrs til one of them moves out, I hope. Cue sobbing and sprouting tears when they do. Cue Bloody Mary refreshments.
Well Peeps
Setting up this blog is enough work for 1 night!
Post 2 yr old birthday celebrations today and now my own 2 1/2 yr old is staging a Muma come to bed now protest!
