Oh dear, I must confess to feeling a trifle melancholy. In fact if the apathy wasn't quite so thick I rather like to think I'd feel exasperated by it.
If only one could cry. Ho Hum. Onwards and ever upwards I suppose.
The Grandparents took me and The Toddler to Cost-Co yesterday where The Toddler had a glorious time flashing. 'Look at my beep-beep!' (Navel) 'Look at my boobies!' (I positively dread the teenage years in the future!) This was of course after the small matter of a rather large meltdown in the loo's as she insisted on taking her coat, shoes, tights and pull-up off despite my rather futile and virulent protests. She then had the audacity to whinge about the lack of a stool for her feet so I've now to assume the position of kneeling at her feet in public conveniences to hold her royal princess feet.
Buggersticks. I guess I should do something with The Toddler before The Child gets home from school and madness ensues.