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.
Matilda would cry if someone did that to the water whilst painting...
ReplyDeleteMomma told me there'd be days like this...
ReplyDeleteGood contraception. xx
ReplyDeleteOh!
ReplyDeleteNow 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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ReplyDeleteChangelings; the myth had to come from somewhere :-)
ReplyDeleteI 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.
If only they weren't that darn cute.
ReplyDeleteAs 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?
I probably shouldn't be giggling as hard as I am.
ReplyDeleteoh man judging by that joaquin pic it's been a really, really tough day. hang in there...
ReplyDeleteOur tea time looks like that way too often!
ReplyDeleteNice one, Ivy!!
ReplyDeleteI so know that Mummy 'hmmmm'.
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