Counting down the final hours until 9am Monday. Oh lord, the past two days have been hell, pure hell. It seems that the squids have finally got sick of the sight of each other, and given that Miss Perfect and The Middle Man were practically living in each others pockets, I am not surprised. Last night saw an abrupt end to the week and a half long love-in between the two of them, with Miss Perfect booting The Middle Man out of her bedroom for - wait for this - SNORING. Oh, I roared with laughter, anyone that knows MATH and I in real life will see the humour in this.
Anyway, we've kept fairly busy these holidays trying to divert our arch enemy - boredom - from our doors, and I think we have done pretty well.
Mister Stubborn has developed that awful whingeing again, just when I thought it was gone for good. On the upside, he has decided that he can't poo in his nappy, nor his undies, and is happily sitting on the toilet for the event. Hi-hip-hooray for The Stubborn One.
MATH is taking The Middle Man to the Air Force Air Show tomorrow, so it might be a nice quiet day at home for the remaining three of us. We might even get some baking done to freeze for school lunches.
Camera is still broken, and oven still hasn't been cleaned *please mum, don't read this*
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