Our darling daughter Lorna juggles a high pressure job with high pressure motherhood admirably. But, as somebody very wise said 'Sometimes shit happens'. Four days ago Lorna posted this on Facebook - sufficiently good to justify inclusion here:
"This evening’s sequence from approx 6pm:
- work
- feed Ben and self
- quick FaceTime with much missed friend overseas
- work
- reward for 8 meetings earlier: watch I’m a Celebrity in front of fire with the boys
- fall asleep in front of fire
- wake up - Ben still there so he’s really late to bed on a school night
- head to kitchen - washing up needs to be done
- Ben goes upstairs - his bed (stripped this morning) needs remaking**
- dog piddles on carpet outside my bedroom
- clear up piddle
- resume washing up. Yells from playroom. Yes, boys still up sorting bags out/generally procrastinating. There’s a mouse running around. And no we can’t set the dog on it as she has stitches and we’re trying to keep her calm. Mouse escapes to fuck knows where.
- retire to bed, muttering.
** credit to James, he could see I was losing my shit and he made Ben’s bed and Ben to his credit for once didn’t moan ‘urghhh James is touching my stuff!!!’ "
Just like the home-life of our own Dear Queen.
Here are a couple of recent photographs of the above mentioned dog, James and Ben - blowing bubbles at the dog and James doing homework, with help of dog:
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