You gotta know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em…
Gambling at 7.30 A.M. Early start? Or still playing from the night before? #PokerFace #ActuallyGoFish
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Say again, Tilly?
It was Too Much Sugar Day. Tilly was trying to say “suck blood”, but it just didn’t come out that way. McPikelets Halloween
But is it ART?
Heard a little voice saying “sowee, sowee, didn’t mean to!” and found Tilly pointing the remote control at the wall frantically pushing buttons, trying to erase all evidence of her wall art. Reason why girlfriends are awesome no. 6,784: I sent the photo to a message group I have with a few girlfriends and suggestions were bandied about, including installing a frame around it, covering it with the tv, or starting a small fire in that corner. My favorite feedback was from my mum-of-four friend (who has had her walls drawn on more times than your average hipster has ordered an organic almond milk fair-trade macchiato), who said “The fact that she’s doing circles at her age is very impressive. It’s pre-schematic. Such a smarty pants.” I don’t know what pre-schematic means, but it sounds more “University Scholarship” than “Juvenile Detention”, so let’s go with that. Either way, I’m recovering from my wall-scrubbing efforts with a giant bowl of carbs and a side of saturated fat while Tilly watches Peppa Pig. Because nothing says “you’re a very naughty girl” …
Times are a-changin’
Text message exchanges after boozy long weekend shenanigans used to say things like: “found a bra in the bushes out the front of our house, is it yours?” Now it’s more “you left your cake tin and two cooler bags behind, I’ll bring them to the girls’ ballet class this week”. Whatevs. The empties overflowing the recycling bin are of far better quality.
Either way, it’s an opportunity
Sometimes a trip to the supermarket is an opportunity to teach my children about colors, numbers and healthy food choices. Other times it’s an opportunity to wonder if I can swap both kids for a bottle of Chardonnay and a rotisserie chicken.
The realities of city-fringe dwelling
The decor and colour schemes may be fabulous, but property developers are completely taking the piss with the square footage of these city-fringe houses.
Are we all having a good time?
So Tilly is sobbing because I won’t let her have muffin #4. Amy is sobbing because the end of ‘Brave’ just utterly devastated her. LET’S HAVE A FUN AFTERNOON AT HOME BAKING AND WATCHING A MOVIE TOGETHER.
The classics
“Read dis one, Mama!” I mean I’m really glad she has an eye for the classics, but it might be a bit soon for Jilly Cooper.
Is there a medal for this?
Amy: “Wow, Mummy! You got through your whole shower without getting out to tell us off for something!” This is honestly such a momentous occasion I’m hoping there’ll be a medal, or a certificate at the very least. Perhaps a gilded commemorative razor?
Makeup
My bottle of makeup sadly retired itself this morning when no more two year old dregs could be coaxed out. My uneven skin tone and dark circles shouted at me to “just pop in” to Smashbox to try on some foundation with both girls in tow. During our excursion Tilly learned how to escape from her buggy, and Amy had some lip gloss professionally applied in a group effort to keep her quiet. I scuttled out with half an orange face, a four year old shouting “she’s so pretty! Hey! SHE could come and live with you and Daddy in your room!”, and no new makeup.
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