Dear Time Of The Month
It’s very kind of you to make sure you visit me every month, without fail. The thing is, and this is getting a bit awkward, you are kind of outstaying your welcome. 11 days a month? Really? For that length of time I’d expect someone to contribute towards the extra food that gets consumed during their stay.
You are becoming a real pain,
Her in agony!
“Mummy, put the Jive Bunny music back on, it ‘s REALLY funny when you dance to it”
I will remember that Son,
Dear Teething Fairy
You were warned last week, pack the hell in tormenting my baby!
Her who hates her son being in pain
Thanks for the full breast exam, I’m glad there was nothing sinister in the end. I feel much reassured
Her with the *now* very sore boobs.
PS Thanks for warming your hands up though!
Dear Always Ultra
These aren’t wings, they are barely wing-lets!
Her who is pee’d off!
Stop being a plum, your smear is overdue,
Get it booked in for as soon as Time Of The Month buggers off.
Deciding to get new furniture, and totally rearrange the upstairs of your house with a teething baby, sore boobs and the Time Of The Month on an extended visit…… didn’t really think that through did you?
Apologies, I suspect I may be being something of a cowbag, it’s the hormones you see.
I love you,
PS Help me rearrange and sort out upstairs (yes I know I said I wanted to do it myself) – it will make me much less snarly, honest 🙂