Everybody stinks sometimes

[ailbhe]

The day is long, and the night is full of moans, and when you think you've had enough, hold on. the let themselves go, because everybody cries, and everybody stinks, sometimes. Sometimes everything is pong, now it's time to sing along...

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Anyway, between the nappies and the dressing and the wiping and the cleaning, I've washed my hands raw. I've tidied the spare room enough that I can get a few buggies in there, cleared the front hallway, put the rug down in the front room again (it really needs a wash but Rob spot-rinsed it so I'm not washing it again, it's now both damp and dirty and I'll just cover it up with a blankie for babies) and cooked breakfast and put away all Rob's baking from yesterday - banana muffins and flapjacks. I made a madeira cake yesterday too so there's enough to go around.

I have yet to sweep the bathroom, rear hall and kitchen floors, clear the kitchen and dining room, pop out to Lidl and buy fair-trade bananas and maybe some other fruit or veg depending on what's local, cook lunch, sotart dinner (Rob took meat out to defrost), and set up for the arrival of my BfN class.

In my free time, I will drink my second coffee. Rob now makes me two - TWO - thermal mugs of coffee of a morning. Life is good.

And smelly.

Comments

[biascut.livejournal.com]

Oh, I've just realised that I dreamt that you and your daughters came around to see us! I had a very long chat with Emer, as I recall, and she gave me some extremely good advice about something that made no sense at all.

[ailbhe]

I dreamt they were in the kindertransport. Than goodness for coffee.

[biascut.livejournal.com]

Oh good God, you poor thing! You should have stayed in my dreamscape! Hope that one fades quickly.