I have a problem.
My delightful beautiful 13 month old daughter seems to be rather resistant to move.
I have a problem.
My delightful beautiful 13 month old daughter seems to be rather resistant to move.
Some ruffian has laid their lips on my daughter.
Some cheeky little so and so has had the nerve to declare himself my daughters first boyfriend and sealed the deal with a puckered up kiss which apparently she willingly accepted.
In the past I have been accused of being a little attention seeking.
It’s not often that I have moments of serenity, where I feel calm and very much at peace with myself and my chosen life.
Often I feel like I am dashing from one task to the next, planning the next big thing and pouting a little about the stuff I thought I would have done or achieved by this point in my life.
Six kids.
That is a lot of little legs.
Its also a huge amount of noise.
Its also the number that he who helped create them and I had entrusted to our care from ten am saturday morning until two pm sunday afternoon.
twenty eight hours…