Right you lot, no more ttc/baby talk (especially not 4th baby talk!) as it is making me too and I will have to fly to Ireland and hunt Plum's BIL down and force him to marry me and give me babies. OK????
(you are allowed to really, I like hearing your plans even if it does make me and )
DS is cutting his last molars so we are poo central atm, not helped by the fact he is off all food except fruit and is eating far too much of it.
DD made me laugh yesterday, we were walking home and she said "When I'm a grown up and I'm a doctor will I have to live on my own?" I said she might live on her own if she wants or with friends or maybe even with a boyfriend and she said "Oh mummy, not that window cleaner again" Then she said anyway she won't have a boyfriend because she doesn't like boys so she is going to have a girlfriend and she does like ds but even he won't be her boyfriend (I should hope not!).
House is a state. Would be embarrassed if anyone knocked on my door right now. Think I need to do some 15 mins.
Done
All up etc
Load of washing in
DD to preschool
Supermarket
Clear out fridge
Load of washing hung up
Another load sorted
Next
Recycling mountain into box
Cardboard boxes flattened & put in shed
Washing up
Wipe kitchen sides & table
Then
Tidy sitting room
Change hoover bag
Hoover downstairs
Mop downstairs
Then
Clean clothes away
Tidy dc room
Hoover upstairs
Then (unlikely to happen)
Clean inside of windows/mirrors
Dust& polish downstairs
Dust & polish upstairs