I woke up this morning desperately ill, my hands were twitching, my brain rapidly racing, my feet were hop-ing and non lucid ideas were flowing through my head.
baby
Did you hear me call them little sh*ts….(sorry)
I wrote this post last year, but it is one of my favourites and as the festive season beckons I am giving it a fresh leash of life. To be fair he who help create them is liable to get the same Christmas gift this year, me wrapped in a bow – fully clothed – I am not trying to upset anyone, so I don’t think it really hurts to repeat my one and only Christmas post….
Let me know what you think….
Dear Santa,
How you doing old man?
Stressed I imagine? I have to say respect to you for still managing to ho, ho, ho
Do you regret having children?
It seemed like such a good idea at the time.
We spoke about it in-depth and made a conscious decision to go for it knowing that it would enrich our lives.
a thud, wail, squeal and a pinch….
Daybreak murkily starts to edge its way into the room, tendrils of fog tap at the window telling me morning has begun. For a moment I lay silent in my …
Its time……..
The time is nearly upon us, it is time for my children to shine.
In less than a week they will be called upon to make me proud and I am fearful they may not be up to the task.