I tootled off to bed at midnight which was ridiculously late but I had been busy scoffing buttery sweets from France that I had forgotten about (bit like Wurthers Original but weirder) and wasn't that tired. But then Sweet Child fed twice in the night for half an hour each time before standing up in her cot at 5am and then giving me the cheeky smile that she knows will win me over.
Of course it worked but, man, there is nothing more depressing than coming downstairs when it is still dark and kids' TV hasn't even started. It was just me and Jeremy Kyle. Like a nightmare......if only I had been asleep.
After ten minutes with Jezza and realising that actually, my life isn't all that bad and there ARE people who look worse than me in tracksuit bottoms, I couldn't take it anymore. I was Tattooed Out and sick of all the moronic shouting.
Then I was ready for lunch. But it was only 6am. I hate that.
By the time the morning school run was done, I actually fancied fish fingers, chips and beans and just knew it was going to be a loooooooong day.
But I had success in the cherry tree shop.
Look at this little beauty I got for 20p.
And two days ago I had success.....
The Princess was thrilled. "Oh, it's so....like....so like...totally me," she proclaimed!
I was chuffed to have bought her the below shirt too as it's still in H&M at full price. For me, it cost £1.50.
I picked up the below for Sweet Childe:
And here she is rocking her cherry tree skirt I bought recently. Aw, I love the baby. She smells of biscuits and porridge and honey.
I still carry Sweet Child in the wrap sling thing even though she is nine months old next week. This is my view. Look at those lashes.
So, I have been on the go for 17 hours and one must get one's beauty sleep before the randomness of tomorrow greets me rudely from 5am.
I mustn't forget the Prince. The funniest kid like, ever.
Yesterday he told me he had big news for me. I had to wait until bedtime for him to tell me. He looked at me earnestly and with wide eyed excitement and said "Today, I found something out. I found out that a chicken is actually a bird..."
And there we have it. Fascinating. He told me today he had chicken korma for lunch but his friend Ray had chicken pork.
"Um....what's chicken pork exactly?" I asked with interest.
He looked at me with intense irritation and said: "You know exactly what chicken pork is. Everyone knows. It's what you order instead of chicken korma, for goodness sake."
Although I am a year older tomorrow so I hope to get a slight lie in and let the Husband get it on with Jeremy Kyle instead.
On the Morrow, my friends. And with less eye bags one hopes...