Monthly Archives: March 2011
I’m sorry…
…for talking incessantly the minute you walk in from work.
I’m sorry for letting Evie and Gruff climb all over the chair while you were balanced precariously on top of it changing the light bulb.
I’m sorry that Evie runs to the toilet the minute you get in so you can’t go and have to wait.
I’m sorry Gruff filled his nappy while I was cooking so you had to change it.
I’m sorry Gruff left all the lego all over the floor for you to fall over and clonk your head.
I’m sorry that I ate all of the Maltesers you hid in the mouldy biscuit barrel.
Oh and I’m sorry the cat’s vomited in your shoe…again
Cup of tea?
I want a new Dolly, Mam.
Now let’s just get one thing straight, I don’t and will not ever Trevor buy my children stuff when they are demanding it.
Evie and Millie have mastered the art of subtly breaking their Mother down until she has unwittingly agreed into buying a herd of ponies or something else she can’t quite remember agreeing on but apparently she said yes to ten weeks ago when they were ill …
I normally get a breakdown of my apparent agreement to buying the said herd of ponies in intricate detail. Maybe they hypnotize me when I’m sleeping…
You have to give Evie credit here for being so flipping bolshy. I win this one, no new Dollies, and no amount of arguing or discussion on the benefits that a new Fairy Dolly will bring to the happiness of our house will change my mind.