summing up Sat morning
Left home a little late today, but got to my little kid's place on time. However, bus ride over was so fishy! Literally. Stinky.
Finally out of desperation and therefore guts, gave my namecard to her mum who was super friendly. But of course I was too late. Imagine this. Two weeks ago my kid gave me a pack of plasters given to her by Pru. Today I had the honour to write in a brand new notebook given to her by Pru. O.M.G.L.O.L.S.
GG-ed.
And then came the rumbling thunder. I hurried my little kid to listen so I could go cause I didn't have an umbrella and the threatening sounds of the thunder reminded me of the plentiful walks I need to take to get home. And my little kid ran to her mum announcing at the top of her lungs 'Mummy! Teacher Grace got no umbrella! Faster lend her! Faster!'
That's my little kid for you.
Gawd. I'm on fishy bus again. The fish must have swam out of the bag, leaving behind its own version of potpourri. Dried gut stains exuding fishy-death fragrance.
The whole of next week is action packed with non-stop working and no dinners till after 8pm. For now I'd agree with most of the normal human populationm 'yay it's the weekends!'. At least I'm just stuck in a freezer for most of these two days. And I miss my kids! So not too bad.
~wait, who am I again?~
Finally out of desperation and therefore guts, gave my namecard to her mum who was super friendly. But of course I was too late. Imagine this. Two weeks ago my kid gave me a pack of plasters given to her by Pru. Today I had the honour to write in a brand new notebook given to her by Pru. O.M.G.L.O.L.S.
GG-ed.
And then came the rumbling thunder. I hurried my little kid to listen so I could go cause I didn't have an umbrella and the threatening sounds of the thunder reminded me of the plentiful walks I need to take to get home. And my little kid ran to her mum announcing at the top of her lungs 'Mummy! Teacher Grace got no umbrella! Faster lend her! Faster!'
That's my little kid for you.
Gawd. I'm on fishy bus again. The fish must have swam out of the bag, leaving behind its own version of potpourri. Dried gut stains exuding fishy-death fragrance.
The whole of next week is action packed with non-stop working and no dinners till after 8pm. For now I'd agree with most of the normal human populationm 'yay it's the weekends!'. At least I'm just stuck in a freezer for most of these two days. And I miss my kids! So not too bad.
~wait, who am I again?~
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