Gird your loins parents. It’s that awful sinking moment when you realise the Easter Holidays are now upon us and you’re stuck with your little darlings for two whole weeks! Oh and The Girl woke up today with chicken pox. Either that or virulent acne. It’s probably punishment for me being snide about that P.E. teacher who demanded The Boy wore socks.
Am trying to work while The Girl lies on the sofa saying things like: ‘The spots are up my bottom. Can you rub it better?’ and ‘The inside of my foot hurts.’ Soon The Boy will arrive home full of grumbles and upsets. Yes – it’s Easter Bunny time!
I want to run away to a tropical island full of interesting men who want me to talk about myself all day and pour me ludicrous drinks.