Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Little Buggers.

I've been having a poor mental health day. My sweet children have had their bodies taken over by sophisticated aliens programmed to wear away my will to live.

This is dinner.

This is some quiet painting I set up so I could hang out the washing. It took me an hour to clean up the children and the deck.

This is me on the inside.


  1. Matilda would cry if someone did that to the water whilst painting...

  2. Momma told me there'd be days like this...

  3. Oh!

    Now I see why at my kinder they'd get us to 'paint' on the wooden fences - with water!

    Please tell me you had a G&T at the end of the day. x

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  5. Changelings; the myth had to come from somewhere :-)

    I recommend a big glass of very expensive red when they go down for the night. On a back porch, if you've got one. Wine in the quiet evening is my dangling carrot, a fair reward for a day's work, though feel free to amend and append additional treats according to your taste.

  6. If only they weren't that darn cute.

    As for "What happened to our tidy painting?" I think that needs to be a bumper sticker, or a poster. It encapsulates so much.

    But you are a saint of a mum, you know that, right?

  7. I probably shouldn't be giggling as hard as I am.

  8. oh man judging by that joaquin pic it's been a really, really tough day. hang in there...

  9. Our tea time looks like that way too often!


Thanks for talking to me. I don't got cooties. Oh, except for when I got cooties.