This morning I woke pissed.
Tired. Sore. Arm achy stabby ratfucksonofabitching.
Moo with her head in the toilet bowl. Vodka shots with her friends last night.
Luckily all the guys there were into each other rather than her. IfyouknowwhatImean.
My valentine snoring loudly and hogging the bed, Boo running around, ‘Horton Hears a Who’ on loop and fecal murals on the walls.
I made my presence known as I grumpily made my way to the lounge. To my laptop.
And I found this in my emails.
Tanis and her boy. (yes, I blurred his features for privacy, but believe me when I say his eyes are mesmerisingly beautiful. Deep pools of chocolate)
And I wept tears of joy for my girl. I love this chick so damn much and this little guy has no idea, yet, how very very lucky he is to be part of the Redneck clan.
Later, she sent more pics, but this is my favourite.
Congratulations babe. Welcome back to the world of poopy diapers (or as we Aussies say shitty nappies).
Go on over to see more pics of him and read the story of how he came to be her son. Makes for ugly cry reading.
And then my boy, my beautiful Boo, decided to make me dinner.
For the first time ever.
Chicken nugget thingies in the microwave with tomato sauce.
With hugs and pats on my sore shoulder thrown in.
*insert more ugly cry here*
Right now he is out in the yard getting covered in ash and every time I yell out to him that I am gunna kick his arse he calls back ‘Relax mummy!’
I am totally gunna kick his arse. As soon as I am done smothering the little bastard in kisses.
Who needs chocolate and roses and weekends away to exotic hotels with no children and 24 room service with an awesome balcony and fluffy bathtowels where we can walk around naked for two days and sleep all we want?
ME ME ME!!! Do I have to tattoo that shit to your forehead MPS? Not me.
Happy Valentines Day my lovelies.
How was your Valentines Day/Saturday?