Some Days
The day started with a lively conversation about mummified vaginas, after the three year old insisted that his father open a tin of smoked mussels for breakfast.
Later, as I got the baby out of the car, he managed to vomit with such force that it shot over my shoulder and splattered down the drivers side window of the car parked next to us. Is it wrong to laugh when the baby spews on a volvo?
After school one of the girls panicked when she thought she had her fist stuck in her mouth. It almost always ends in tears when it begins with the words; “I bet you can’t…”
The day ended with pee on my shoes, vomit in my cleavage and a goofy grin on my face.
After all, if you don’t laugh you’ll cry, cause some days are just like that.
So true! Some days are just crazy!
ahh you made me laugh!
Lots of vomit in my house this week too!
LOL! I’m feeling ya!
Yelled at the kids in the hippy la la organic shop today. Feels more inappropriate there…
oh, love! perfect post! and what a photo – gosh he’s so ka-ute as Tilly would say xx
I still stand by my escape plan ‘Plan B’ – ice cream and TV. Fixes all on ‘one of those days’ :-)
LOL Kate, but that little smiling face just all makes it worth it!
You should link this up to The Mommyologist – she is having a carnival “But, I’m still Mom Sexy.” In spite of all that, you are still Mom Sexy! :)
If only everything was as easy to solve as vomit-ridden clothing…