It was mothering Sunday today, a day when children all over the country wake their parents up at 0600hrs (why 'oh' six hundred? because, "Oh my god it's EARLY") with a cup of tea, a home made card and a loving look in their eyes.Today was great, we went swimming, had a lovely meal out. The highlight was when Ms Glum came round for a play with Little Fink. Baring in mind I am relaxing and enjoying being pampered and enjoying a stress-free Sunday. I walked into the hallway to find Little Fink coming down the stairs - WITH HER ROLLER SKATES ON.
Talk about instant heart attack. I had a rant which probably sounded like "blah blah stupid thing to do blah blah hospital blah broken legs blah". "What kind of idiot are you?" to which Mr Fink shot me an exasperated glance and under his breath said, "An 8-year-old child kind of idiot". Peace was restored when I ushered the children out the front door to play, I imagine they were still doing dangerous things but at least I couldn't see them!
Kids. Who'd 'ave 'em?
