I’ve had such a busy day. I’ve just come home from taking DD 6 to gymnastics and the minute I get in DS 8 wants to show me something on his kindle.
DH is talking to me about things that need doing at work (we work together
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And I just want to sit, without talking, and eat my microwaveable paella.
I don’t want to watch you do one handed cartwheels, I don’t want to watch Dan TDM or whatever he’s called play games, and I don’t want to know what the surveyor said in his email.
I just want paella and slippers