It’s my second mother’s day tomorrow. For all of Mr L’s great things, mother’s day is not one of them. He is rubbish when it comes to getting things for mother’s day, and I do not just mean for me.
I have been thinking about this for quite a while now, and then last week Insomniac Mummy wrote this post about being Incompletely Broody and it rang a bell. Not the same bell, the bell of the absolute opposite in fact.
The last few days have been a bit manic in our household. I have been very busy recruiting new representatives for work, I have also been helping out a family I used to work with working with W. Which has
Baba and I were at Nannies for lunch today. Baba was sat in his high chair getting his hands and face washed after lunch. He laid his hands stretched out over Nannies table, and started blowing raspberries on the table,
I have had one of those draining days today where it just seems to get worse and worse. It all started nice and early, at 5.30am that was a nice surprise from Baba I have to say. Screaming and crying