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GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! *kills small child she's attached to until saturday*
I am hot and sweaty and tired (really tired, like about to burst into tears tired) and we're having ROAST for dinner now I appreciate how lovely the granny's being but roast in this weather? And Henri won't do anything I ask. Ever. He knows I can't do anything that will have an effect on him (because I don't think anything does) and he uses that to his full advantage.
It's 6:30 and we won't be eating till 7:30, an hour before his bedtime (when I can thankfully clock off and get the only 3 hours to myself I have during these days) which means he needs to have a bath NOW. SO what does he do when he gets home?
"No I think I will do the velo for a bit" *giggles at me and rides off on bicycle*
5 minutes later
"Meaghan we have to close the garage door"
"Nooo, you have to close the garage door"
"Then I don't have a bath I don't want to so I won't do it."
*wishes she could kill small child with bare hands and not feel remorse. would be nice talent*
Here's hoping I don't die in the next two hours.
Also, orange juice. on one of my new books. because one of the kids didn't close their drink bottle properly.
I am Never. Having. Children. EVER.