No, you’re not seeing double. No, I didn’t post the same thing twice. No, I’m not mad… okay, I’ll rescind that statement… I’m a little mad, and a little frustrated, and a bit pissed off to be fair.
Last night I called my eldest son back after missing two of his calls and spent just over 4 hours chatting and entertaining him with tales of the mad pup.
I still remember him in that outfit, so tiny and so lovely and now he’s a dark humoured, sarcastic cynic who hates everyone and everything and has commitment issues.
The kids on the other hand have overshot that mark with me. Thanks to the lockdown, they get to stay two extra days after their usual weekend because they don’t have school, physically and Bear wants to be more hands on when he has the chance..
He has a thing for my fluffy slippers and the strings on my hoodie.. well, my hoodie in general and seems to like biting my leg. From doing next to nothing, he’s now permanently doing something, usually something he shouldn’t be. Dear God, what possessed me to agree to this.?!