My kids don't have many qualms about letting me know when I'm a bad mother. It happens all the time, you see: when I don't do my daughter's school projects for her, when I turn off the television, or when I let the kids know I'm not going to make cake for afternoon tea, and when I tell them they should eat fruit
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I don't normally do this, but the number of friends with strike throughs was getting a little much. I just got rid of thirty-odd abandoned journals. Please let me know if I've cut any active journals in error, but most of the ones haven't been updated in between six months and one since 2006.
We met up today at the Schwarzes Cafe for lunch with internet!person, the one who'd defended me to the childfree person. This particular cafe is notable for its 'must see' toilets. A bit bizarre, but I had a pot of darjeeling presented in a very darling manner on a tray, and then spinach tortellini in Gorgonzola sauce. Om frelling nom. I generally
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The kids' room is finished! We've had an epic weekend, and Bill has been a star with putting together furniture, but before he could rest so he could function at the day job that got us over here I had him help out and we finally got the room finished. Just in time for our stuff to arrive tomorrow. :)