Tonight I have what could tentatively be referred to as a date. I say tentative because he is almost 30 years younger than me and I'm not entirely sure about this. I may pull out a hanky, spit on it and wipe his face.
Friday, 13 January 2012
Mothering And Mithering
I have to admit I'm struggling today. The post-viral, post-move, para-new job and new life exhaustion is a bit consuming. And much as I like the children I'm looking after, and am happy just to be working, my brain seems to have been stashed in a cupboard somewhere. Yesterday we went to a children's music thing and I was dancing about shaking bells and maracas while the three-year-old watched me cooly. Baby C loved it though, and danced around like a miniature hippy. I miss words and thinking and, to some extent, adults.
Tonight I have what could tentatively be referred to as a date. I say tentative because he is almost 30 years younger than me and I'm not entirely sure about this. I may pull out a hanky, spit on it and wipe his face.
Tonight I have what could tentatively be referred to as a date. I say tentative because he is almost 30 years younger than me and I'm not entirely sure about this. I may pull out a hanky, spit on it and wipe his face.
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Please tell me you didn't wipe his face with your spit on!
ReplyDeleteNo I was very well behaved for once. :o)
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