So Movember is not even halfway through and I begged, intimidated and blackmailed Gerhard into shaving. I am not used to having a husband with a moustache and it was an excruciating week. So Movember no more.
Luka is such a girl. I painted her toenails blue yesterday, pink was just way too girly and she loves it, she also developed a very contagious infectious giggle, and she strung together a first sentence, Liam is naughty. Poor Liam, he really is anything but naughty.
Liam is busy and very cute and making friends far and wide, when we get home in the evenings he heads straight across the road to play with his new bestie, Zac.
I am feeling a tad blue and sorry for myself. Gerhard has quite a few work commitments and I just spent a Sunday all by my lonesome self, and when you spend a morning grocery shopping with a one year old and a four year old…lets say it gets to you.
Luka ate a banana and a slice of bread inside the trolley, Liam was armed with a bag of potatoes and planted himself in the trolley and demanded sweets and drinking yogurts. He told me last week that his favourite food in the world is potatoes and we never eat potatoes.
Luka stepped on the loaf of bread, the muffins, the cauliflower, she managed to avoid the eggs, but only because Liam threatened her with some potatoes.
I had to pay a car guard a small fortune to load all these groceries into the boot of my mini (what the hell was I thinking) and had to bribe said kids with KFC kids meals with Ben 10 toys to get them home. What a day.
So, it is almost time for bed, for all of us, yes, it is only 6pm, but I am exhausted. I still have a flat loaf of bread and six bottle of long life milk somewhere in my car, these darn car guards can pack a car I tell you. I just fed the kids a very nutritious meal of two minute noodles, I had cheese and figs, because I just cannot be bothered, I think Liam is running around with some scissors, I could not really see, my motherhood standards are on the low side today. Some days I long for the Sunday lie in, drinking lots and lots of coffee in bed, staying in pyjamas way past noon, not worrying about having three square meals a day…oh those were the days J
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