sorry a bit TMI but need to share

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please tell me why my life is ruled by pooh.
a nurse from dd's school phoned today to tell me dd had a tmmy ache. she had checked the wee/pooh chart and nothing since wednesday. so I have to say yes she had one last night..........then ring dh and ask him(we missesd it so nappy job) what it was like. I mean ffs I seem to spend my life talking about pooh.

Because he's a bear with very little brain!
Mine's ruled by whether I can stop ds eating all the Frazzles in the cupboard.

pmsl I really had to think about that

Took your mind off it though, didn't it?

I seem to spend most days wondering how to clean pooh off of the walls, curtains, beds, matresses, floors, carpets, wardrobes, drawers, toys, the list is endless.