Its snowing, well, sleeting and its soooo lovely. Everyone else walking to work at a face on them but I was loving it.
There’s something quite peaceful and serene about snow falling. The other two, ie Mammy 2 and the kid are still tucked up in bed. Yes she made it home this time, it
This morning she was supposed to be tucked up in her bed, instead she’s still in Holland. Yes, on Wednesday last she flew out, while she was very nervous, she seemed fine about flying and Dublin airport is a lot bigger then Dusseldorf.
I thought we were more nervous then she was! My stomach was
Chocoate worked!
She was fine by the time we got home on Monday evening, although as to what caused the tantrum, we have no idea.
Of course P dropped in complete with a red rose for her and she was chuffed. That man thinks of everthing, feckless rogue of fecklessness. J arrived in with fair
Why the hell is life to hard sometimes? The kid just rang me sobbing about how she hates herself and wants to die and she’s only a burden on everyone and that everyone would be better off if she finished herself that time months ago before the trip to A&E.
What on earth do you
Just another average weekend with the kid. Friday dawned with the worst PMT attack that has taken hold of my body in eons. I swear, I went from 0- bitch in about 3 seconds. I had an interview which went fine and got into work late enough, but after being out sick the previous day
