I absolutely adore my children. They are funny, spirited (yes, they’re *those* sorts of kids….), humorous, and affectionate (oh, so very affectionate, it’s quite endearing if slightly inappropriate at some points – my son’s open mouthed kisses, for instance….).
But FARK ME they are expensive little buggers.
A lovely day here today – I made sure I offset the boringness of an epic supermarket shop with a trip to the playground on our estate. Coco and Otis are looking forward to the schools going back – not because they’re old enough to go, but because they get their normal play areas and haunts back again from the big kids! And I’ll admit I’m secretly looking forward to it too.
Today did not go to plan. Last night I had all sorts of plans to research, or photograph the remainder of my baby clothes to sell {sob}. But Otis was really poorly as I was getting him ready for bed, and then was ill during the night. I slept on his bedroom floor just to make sure he was ok overnight (last time he had a sickness bug he ended up being hospitalised) so today was spent in pyjamas.
