Missing socks and a whole pile of washing. Oh, and a bit of writing in the middle. Why is that there is always one odd sock in the wash? What can one small mother of three children; a mad dog and a forever absent husband do when the washing pile gets bigger than her? Will she ever get that novel written when she is constantly distracted by the ping of the washing machine. Read on to find out....
Monday, 22 October 2012
There's a man child in the house
Oh my god. Just realised that there really is a man child in the house. Yes - that's right, Eldest Son is kind of a mixture of lodger and relative, who, aged 18, manages to live in the house with us, but not quite with us. His room has morphed from being a teenage swamp to a man sized swamp. How did this happen? I am sure I am too young. Now it has become harder to convince him to live in some semblance of order. Apparently he can do it all himself. Which is fine providing I don't have to see what it is he does.
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