So, the other day, I was sitting in a cafe and you'll never believe who walked in-
What T? You're hungry? Ok. Hang on.
Where was I? Right. So they sat down at the table right next to me and asked me-
Oh wait. K is up.
Ok, I'm back. So then we just started talking about-
Sigh. Yes T? You pooped? It was big? Great. Ok, let me clean you up.
Sorry. I'm bac- T! Get off the dog! He is not a pony!
Any wonder why I can't have have an adult conversation lately? Between wiping bums, nursing, putting the girls down for naps, and tubby time, I'm lucky if I can spell my name. But, I can sing 3 different versions of ABCs.
Can't complain though. I have two beautiful, healthy, well adjusted little girls. I'm a lucky mummy! I have the best life- CRASH!
Um, got to run...