I was out riding so Rod was in charge. I got a text as I drove home (early cos it was pissing rain and I got soaked so only rode for 15 mins) “still in and I’ve ordered a pizza.” Sigh. He was in there about 45 minutes. The pizza was rubbish too.
On the hour every hour. First KD, then the Wee Man.
On the upside, I got lovely cuddles from KD and there was no screaming. On the downside it was EVERY F***ING HOUR. 11.30. 12.30, 1.45, 2.30, 3.15, 4.30. 5, 6. I mean, seriously. By 6 I gave up and got up. Thank GOD they are both in nursery today.
It’s got to get better right? Read on…