Morning!
Happy mummys day
.
I have 3 very fucking naughty 11 year olds on my hands still. I am not sure how I haven't killed one my own yet. They were up til gone 2, woke O several times with banging about
. And then the pièce de résistance culminated in porridge. Porridge everywhere. On the floor, table, chairs, walls, clothes. And at the centre of porridgegate was DS1. Fucker. He is in lots of trouble. Total lack of respect, not even arsed at what he had done. 
That boy is getting taken down a peg or two. He wasn't like this til year 6. 
On the other hand, I have 5 mothers day cards. One from O, one from DP (?!) and 3 from DS1, one he made, one DP bought, and one ExDP bought he hasn't bothered for years my mum has done it every other year til last year, so what has come over him??!.
I look popular anyway! I told DP no presents, owing to lack of monies, but he has bought me the Twilight Breaking Dawn soundtrack so I can listen over and over and over and over in my car woohoo! Plus it has mine and O's song on. Mr thoughtful huh?! Shame the same can't be said about this morning. It's business as usual here with DP doing not a fucking lot, and me cleaning up after everyone. 
We're going to MIL's for a takeaway later. I'd say I'm looking forward to it, but I'm craving something healthy. What is wrong with me?! I am not fucking pregnant before any clever fucker suggests it!!.