Nights that is. I was trying to explain to Daniel that tomorrow morning it will be 3 sleeps before Daddy comes home, not 5. After much heated debate I eventually conceded that he was right. So, as of tomorrow hubby will be back in 5 Daniel days.
The evening went great, picked the kids up and went straight to my Mom’s house like the fabulous Mom I am. They only managed to trash 3 rooms in her house and break 2 toys before we left with much fanfare. (after supper)
As we get into the car Isabel starts asking for a ‘bersie’ (blanket) which turned into full blown wailing about 100m down the road. I then tried to distract her by counting sleeps before Daddy comes home and she starts wailing ‘Pappa, Pappa, Pappa!!’ and just as we turn into our road Daniel asks for juice and she launched into ‘juicey juicey juicey’.
And OF COURSE our hapless Labby was lying in their path from the garage to the back door and both my girls were screaming like banshees whilst I was dashing up the stairs with 56 bags in my hands and trying to unlock the door. Feck, why they hate him is so totally beyond me.
Must dash to pack lunchboxes and feed the cat and take out their clothes for tomorrow.
Wish me luck for the morning!