Entire family woken up by a possessed cat scraping at my bed and then toddlers door in a desperate attempt to get an early breakfast. (He should be so lucky.) When that failed, said cat took to eating my actual hair for breakfast... or perhaps he was just flossing? Either way, cat won. Early morning for Tummy family.
Bridget Jones, you may not get eaten by the Alsatians once you find your Mr Darcy, but do watch out for the cats.
STAGE TWO
Frantically run around the house trying to clean up in the very short time it takes my one year old to eat her cereal whilst strapped in high chair. This is a frustrating game I play every breakfast and tea time. I never win. Today my partner and I come close to completing the task. Toddler Tummy rewards us by covering the house in cereal.
STAGE THREE
Repeat stage two with toddler unstrapped and running free across the living room miowing like a crazy cat. I know, I know, I shouldn't be leaving language lessons to the animals.... But I really am very busy.
STAGE FOUR
REJOICE! rewarded with some unusual alone time to buy myself some new clothes. Perhaps I can feel like a fashionista again!!!!
STAGE FIVE
Go around the entirety of stores to find nothing fits. The joys of being plus size.
STAGE SIX
Repeat stage five.
STAGE SEVEN
Eat a cookie.
STAGE EIGHT
Wage war on low self esteem and create diet plan. Feed the toddler grapes as proof of our new found health regime.
STAGE NINE
Eat freshly made spag bol. No frozen convenience food or chips in sight!
STAGE TEN
Set up a blog!!!!!
All in a days work. Here's to the new me!! Waging war on negative thoughts in my life, making light of life, sharing my stories.
This whole healthy living can't be that bad if it results in this face....
Besides, if I brush my teeth at 7pm, I can't snack after.. or else.... I'd have to brush them again! SHEESH!
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