B – Bed linen… haven’t changed sheets for two weeks... they're sticking to our legs.
U – Underpants… haven’t done washing for ages and have run out. Have to wear ancient G-string. Permanent wedgy.
R – Recipes… went to the Lenard’s Chicken shop on four days this week. Marvellous range there.
I – Irate, complaining teenagers… “Muuuuum! Not bloody chicken AGAIN!”
E – Energy… nowhere to be seen around here, gone AWOL... along with only comfortable bra lost in huge pile of dirty washing.
D – Dusting… can’t turn ceiling fans on because big lumps of fluff keep flying off. I keep thinking there are bats loose in the house.
A – Apathy… Eighteen year old stayed out all night on a school night; didn't bother to get up him. Had to ring the school to ask if my own son had turned up that day. School secretary thinks I'm a weird mother.
L – Lint… someone left tissues in pocket again, spread all over the black pants I was going to wear to work. Wore them anyway.
I – Idiot… guy who yelled at me and gave me the finger for cutting him off on roundabout. Someone needs to go to anger management workshops, methinks.
V – Vacuuming… there is a dead cockroach stuck to the floor that's been there since Monday morning. It'll need a chisel to get it up.
E – Ever hopeful that next week I’ll get my act together whilst also remembering a lot of other people are much worse off than Pinky and I should cease my whinging.
U – Underpants… haven’t done washing for ages and have run out. Have to wear ancient G-string. Permanent wedgy.
R – Recipes… went to the Lenard’s Chicken shop on four days this week. Marvellous range there.
I – Irate, complaining teenagers… “Muuuuum! Not bloody chicken AGAIN!”
E – Energy… nowhere to be seen around here, gone AWOL... along with only comfortable bra lost in huge pile of dirty washing.
D – Dusting… can’t turn ceiling fans on because big lumps of fluff keep flying off. I keep thinking there are bats loose in the house.
A – Apathy… Eighteen year old stayed out all night on a school night; didn't bother to get up him. Had to ring the school to ask if my own son had turned up that day. School secretary thinks I'm a weird mother.
L – Lint… someone left tissues in pocket again, spread all over the black pants I was going to wear to work. Wore them anyway.
I – Idiot… guy who yelled at me and gave me the finger for cutting him off on roundabout. Someone needs to go to anger management workshops, methinks.
V – Vacuuming… there is a dead cockroach stuck to the floor that's been there since Monday morning. It'll need a chisel to get it up.
E – Ever hopeful that next week I’ll get my act together whilst also remembering a lot of other people are much worse off than Pinky and I should cease my whinging.
I'm still smiling like a rat with a gold tooth!
Every mother's saviour!
(Not sponsered but should be; in fact should be CEO)
Image credit: www.lenards.com.au
