Friday nights.
Used to be for drinking an icy cold Sauvignon Blanc with my love, in some swanky South West London bar
This Friday night, was spent arguing the point with Meadow that yoghurt is not a dinner. Nor is a bag of chocolate mini cookies.
Then she spazzed out about putting her pajamas on, (i DONT WANT TO PUT MY JAMAS ON I DONT WANT TO I WANT TO WEAR MY TIGHTS) which escalated in to a kicking, crying frenzy (her not me) and resulted in my pulling her across the wooden floor by her legs and away from anything hard that she could kick, and squeezing her tiny limbs in to pj's. Not my finer moment. She was asleep within 5 minutes :)
Now where is that wine??
Happy Friday xo
Used to be for drinking an icy cold Sauvignon Blanc with my love, in some swanky South West London bar
This Friday night, was spent arguing the point with Meadow that yoghurt is not a dinner. Nor is a bag of chocolate mini cookies.
Then she spazzed out about putting her pajamas on, (i DONT WANT TO PUT MY JAMAS ON I DONT WANT TO I WANT TO WEAR MY TIGHTS) which escalated in to a kicking, crying frenzy (her not me) and resulted in my pulling her across the wooden floor by her legs and away from anything hard that she could kick, and squeezing her tiny limbs in to pj's. Not my finer moment. She was asleep within 5 minutes :)
Now where is that wine??
Happy Friday xo
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