Ok, so this is how my Saturday went. Got up at 8.30 with my 3 year old son in between us. Quite a little headache as I drank a bottle of wine and some rum the night before. Had a hair appointment at 10.30 for me and my goth nearly 14 year old daughter because I'm scared to death of the hairdressers shutting. We live in a very high risk area. Said daughter is festering in her sespit bedroom and refuses to get up. My son wants a peppa pig ice lolly
Have my hair done with my prinnie who has got a major gob on because I refuse to let her go out with her Egyptian eyeliner. Get home, make lunch. My son is kicking off royally because his sausage has black bits on it - done on the griddle. Fast forward and mummy was going to iron but could not be
bleeping arsed. Kids killing each other over chocolate and sweets. Mummy then had a nap. Wake up to carnage whilst hubby is sat on his phone. Nanna rings and says she's taking the shits overnight! Result! Mummy now sat here watching
bleeping karate kid 3, drinking wine and waiting for my indian! Yep Charls, this is real life! I'm so
bleeping jealous of you it's unbelievable! You really need to get in the real world. I'm old, I'm real but some poor 20 something girl or boy will think this is how life is supposed to be. It's really not