It’s a big week here in o’l Chez MB2.
Lets break it down, paragraphical like…
Boo has spent the weekend at camp having a fab time and while MPS and I didn’t get to spend the time away frolicking like planned, eating all of the things and generally having a good old motherfucking HOLIDAY, we did go and do some Easter Egg shopping and I got to eat 4 bites of a pancake before my stomach was all hell to the no and I had to watch MPS eat the rest, pretending the whole time that I was completely fine with it.
FINE. I was totally FINE WITH IT.
And now it is the start of the school holidays, which is AWESOME cause it means a breather from the 2 hour school runs and Boo gets a well earned rest. Dude is a little stressed.
My dad is coming to watch Boo the next couple of days while I am at work so they will have a blast, and I don’t have to worry about rushing him out the door, and he doesn’t have to worry about wearing pants.
I also have my internal photo shoot on Wednesday which I am totes not ready for. The Supermodel Diet is going swimmingly and I am pretty sure that I couldn’t be ANY MORE prepared for it physically
omg 4 fucking months of waiting already… emotionally I am not so sure I am ready for someone shoving something that long down my throat.
Not in front of an audience anyway.
And then there is the whole not freaking out and losing my shit and knocking out the doctor that is just trying to do his job thing. I am pretty sure they frown on that kind of thing and the nurses are not going to be wanting to give me the good sandwiches or juice in recovery.
I am considering getting ‘this bitch has PTSD’ tattooed on my chest as a warning.
Helpful AND badarse.
GOOD NEWS! Jesus died so we could have a four day weekend!! THANKYOU JESUS, and Maddie and her American Dingowhostolemybaby are coming to spend Easter with us.
Well actually they are arriving on Thursday, but are visiting other people before blessing us with their presence on Saturday some time. Which I was annoyed about until I found out they were catching a 7am flight meaning my Sleeping Beauty would need to get up at 5am and nobody wants to be around that.
I love you baby girl, but I will see you after you have had a nap. Or seven.
AND THEN on Sunday is the double hitter! The arrival of Our Lord and Saviour The Easter Bunny AND the end of daylight motherfucking savings! HUZZAH!
SO excited. I fucking hate daylight savings.
An extra hour sleep in AND chocolate! Who could ask for more?! (well maybe not insomnia and to be able to actually eat but details...)
So as you can see a freaking HUGE week in the International House of Font and that isn’t even taking into account the inevitable fuckupery that follows me around like a hungry toddler with a soiled nappy.
I’ll be sure to keep you updated.