Walking down the street in my short skirt I get a lot of stares. That’s cause I have Klara, the strange looking ghost dog, walking next to me.
And also because I used a big plastic shopping bag to pick her poo up.
…writing down random stuff my kids say.
Walking down the street in my short skirt I get a lot of stares. That’s cause I have Klara, the strange looking ghost dog, walking next to me.
And also because I used a big plastic shopping bag to pick her poo up.
The thing worse than a baby being car sick and puking is a baby being car sick and puking three times, twice on the way there and once on the way back. And all that during a 15-minute drive.
Molly already knows me very well. She recognises when I’m completely exhausted or when I’m stressed because I have loads of work to do or, like today, both.
That’s when she decides to take only a 20-minute nap instead of sleeping for an hour and a half. She just doesn’t want me to be lonely. So thoughtful.
I have to remember that people can see me when I stare at them.
Even when I can’t see their eyes because they have sunglasses on.
For his birthday, Jay gave Molly her first hair cut. We’ll post photos after her hair grows again.
It’s Veronika’s wedding weekend we’re staying in a disgustingly dirty apartment.
There are no towels, no toilet paper, no coffee cups, no gas for cooking, but there’s a lot of meat in the freezer and a few big spiders.
Thanks to Grandma Moira and Grandpa Tony I get to enjoy this sunny morning without the baby or the dog. It’s very difficult to remember my life when I had no responsibilities – how did I spend my time?!
I must have been really bored! I bet it was lovely.
Thanks to Grandma Moira and Grandpa Tony and a pair of amazing earplugs, I slept for almost 11 hours last night – my mind’s amazed by the fact that I actually WANT to get out of the bed. Best sleep in eight months.
Sharing my childhood room with a baby and a dog. Molly’s finally not coughing at the moment and I could be sleeping if Klara wasn’t scared shitless of the wind outside and is now sitting next to my pillow, staring at the darkness and freaking me out.
After 9 hours of driving (out of which almost two hours were a torture with Molly’s constant groaning and screaming and coughing), we’re finally in Rijeka. Molly’s shouting and being generally grumpy, our family dog just puked, Klara’s barking at random things in the garden and I still have to unload the car. And there’s no one at home to help me. It’s difficult to stay positive.