i'm watching ALL THE TENNIS at the moment. emily doesn't see the point, but that's okay. she doesn't see the point of my tennis fangirling and i don't see the point of her face. it all works out. anyway i'm almost finished watching the djokovic/wawrinka match and omg, it's awesome. bitches have got stamina (and talent) in droves, yo. ( spoilers and general babble )

me: eve, go and get dressed.
eve: *exasperated* oh auntie debs! don't make me hate my life.

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so things were coasting along pretty well since my last entry. emily was a bit ill - though that's par for the course - i was internally squeeing over the frankenstein screening getting closer and eve was all excited about school, then the half term holidays and then her visit to grandmas. so like i said, coasting ( Read more... )

so over the past few weeks, eve has been wanting a little more freedom while we're outside - she's quite good about staying close and not running off or any of the usual things that make kids a nightmare when they're outside, but she's got it into her head that at the very mature age of seven, she should be doing more things by herself without me ( Read more... )

birthday, birthday, i has a birthday. i've spent a nice chunk of it having a lie-in (because dammit, it's also the zombie jesus holidays and i'm taking full advantage of not having to get up at half seven in the morning to take a moaning child to school). i've had some nice birthday wishes sent my way, and some lovely cards from my emily and eve. ( Read more... )

due to an influx of wrestling on her system, eve is now jumping around my bed wrestling to retrieve a pink x (with her male tag partner, of course). she's already climbed a ladder and won the belt. SO CUTE.

it seems like all i ever do any more with this journal is turn up and apologise for being gone for so long, then promise to be around more often and fail to follow through. lather, rinse, repeat. i don't even have an excuse, my life really is just that boring. i mean, okay, there's a healthy dollop of stress mixed in with the mundane, but still ( Read more... )

eve is really into making cards at the minute; she's made me quite a few over the past few days. the latest one read as follows:

To Auntie Debs
I love you
Love from Eve
Bastard.

she was so amused with herself that she was almost incoherent with laughter. as a parent, these are the times i love most.

i had a job interview today. emily's parting advice was 'if he seems rape-y, leave.' *facepalm* then, tonight, just as we were getting her ready for bed, eve interrupted the conversation emily and i were having to tell me, 'see? i've done it, your fat highness.' *FACEPALM ( Read more... )

merry zombie jesus day ( Read more... )