Friday 18 May 2012: Daddy is a faty pants...
812/365: ... cue 8 year old girl thinking that's the funniest thing she's ever written. Ever.
It would help if she'd spelled it correctly.
And possibly if she hadn't written it on chalk on the downstairs bathroom window, that would have been nice too.
On the window next to this one is an arrow pointing towards it which says 'For you Daddy'. What a special gift, huh? Having children is a constant source of joy.
The kids have been a pair of irritating monkeys this evening. At one point they were using their nails to scrape paint from the windows where Nick's been doing the decorating. Like nails down a blackboard. *shudder* And their refusal to tidy their bedroom is verging on legendary. When you enter their room you are essentially saying 'I really fancy having a small piece of plastic embedded in my foot right about... ow!'. If the shards of Lego and trip hazards don't get you, the toxic bits of food they've left up there to rot will.
Yes, they make me laugh on a regular basis... and I'm not (yet) going to put them on eBay... but... if they could tone down the annoying factor tomorrow, I'd be one happy parent!
Am also suffering from end of week-itis. I've *still* got a throat infection and am pretty pooped.
But... at least end of week-itis means that it's the weekend. Which is deserving of a somewhat hoarse 'woo hoo!' from me!!
PS Ooooh, just thought of something good. I remembered to do an online shop so we don't have to do the Saturday morning hell of the supermarket battle.
PPS You can tell you're firmly headed towards middle age when online grocery shopping is the most exciting thing about your Friday night...