Dog’s day out
The family Labs ready for an outing that turned sour for them when it turned into a dog wash. It turned sour for me as well when I’m left holding the baby who very quickly decides I’m not Mum.
She is not happy. Saturday morning is supposed to be devoted to reading The Weekend Australian. This Saturday morning was devoted to dragging up repressed memories from my young father days on how to quieten a whinging child – all I could remember was give it back to the mother!
The cycle of life goes on – I have two little girls hanging around my feet again and like the first time round, I’m loving it.
I’ll read the paper later.