I totally forgot to mention I saw Paul Daniels in the cinema foyer the other day. Wearing white loafers...
"Now that's what I call tragic".
Geddit?! Sorry I couldn't resist.
I really did see him though but doubt he was about to watch Diary of a Wimpy Kid like I was. I snorted and guffawed my way through the film and the Princess and I OD'd on popcorn.
Moving on though and today has been Evil Tuesday of course. It came and went rather pleasantly, although I won't rename it just yet. A customer came in this morning and let me spray her perfume after I'd commented on how nice it was a few weeks back. My colleagues told me I smelt of Old Lady. Bad times.
At lunchtime we all decided to eat badly and phoned up the local chippie to place an order. Then proceeded to enjoy a gargantuan scoffathon in the staff room while drinking Robinson's squash. How utterly decadent. I usually cram a sarnie down my throat while wedged between two filing cabinets.
The husband is out tonight at a Caitlin Rose gig in London. I don't mind. On Monday night I am out at a Bon Jovi gig. I am the winner. I truly cannot wait. I am going to take an inflatable guitar AND wear a tattoo sleeve, just because I can!!!
What do I like about Bon Jovi? Well, it helps that Jon Bon Jovi is a bit gorge. I've loved him for years and years. An old colleague did the below pic to cheer me up when I was heavily pregnant with the Prince. Raised a few chuckles. The husband just thinks I am sad.
|How smug do I look?!|
Off to a few cherry tree shops tomorrow on my way to breastfeeding class. Yes, I am still trying to wean the Prince off. He is two years and two weeks old for heaven's sake. He doesn't need it. Yet it's like a drug to him and he is truly obsessed. I will do my best to stop in the summer hols when everything else is more relaxed.
Here he is ten weeks old on the Isle of Wight. I'd only just mastered feeding properly a couple of weeks before. If anyone had told me two years on.......yikes! I'd never have believed them.
|Smiling? Nah, think I was grimacing. |
Sunglasses hide the fact I got two hours sleep at night
And here he is below at just under a year old. Like a flamin' limpet.
|Again, utterly shattered! He was still waking every hour or two through the night.|
I couldn't possibly post a picture of him now with the old bitty. Too bizarre. I'm worried I will be one of those mums on the documentaries who still breastfeeds their child at 14 years old. Please, no...
He is literally draining me. I am on iron tablets now and sometimes feel like I will feel over with tiredness. I blame the feeding but it could also be due to the fact it is gone 11pm and I am still up blogging!
But look at him below, my little ray of sunshine. He is such a happy little boy. He can now count to ten, with the help of the Princess. Very impressed.
|This face cracks me up.|
|He is worth it all though. Most of the time!|