Tuesday, 8 November 2011
This morning my 9 year old daughter got out of the wrong side of the bed. All I did was say it was time to get up and boom straight into tantrum time. She was screaming at the top of her lungs that her hair was a mess, but she'd go to school like a scrufty tufty and other things were said in decibals only the man in the moon could hear.
I did her hair and that was wrong because - well I'm not really sure to be honest.
She couldn't find her shoes, even though she'd tripped over them twice and then went mad at me when I pointed them out. I was glad she was going to school because by 8.30am I had a banging headache.
I wouldn't take her to school in the car, so she frog marched all the way there. Actually it was quite funny, just very draining. She's still smarting from Sunday. I couldn't wait to get my homework out the way each week, so I didn't have to think about it.
Anyway I thought this design and finish was appropriate for the post. (Don't know if it would be classed as a finish for the ornament group, but I'll pop it on and Becky can always delete it).