Well. The husband returned from work today, and from my lank hair knew I hadn't showered. What a disgusting cowbag, right? That's the look I got anyway. In my brain I wanted to go schizophrenic psycho mentalballs on him. On waking I found cat sick all over the living room. Cleared it up, washed hands a lot. They are chapped from this. Daphne woke up and promptly threw a tantrum about dropping a dummy. One of her two. A proper tantrum. I held her at the window to watch the snow, then we had to stay there for ages while she pointed out every damn thing she could see. Breakfast. Milk all over the carpet. Tried the naughty step. Tantrum. Hit head during tantrum. Crying fit. Hug. Retching as crying fit got out of control. Tiny sick. Daphne demanded a banana which then mysteriously became smeared over every flipping thing in the universe. Notice my lack of swearing as she now copies every blinking thing. I wash up, actually for the second time this morning. Daphne comes an...
Taking the mickey out of everything I can...