So Miss Mouse loves bathing with her dad, they laugh and joke and generally wallow for ages in the deepest bath they can. Now I am very jealous of this time as even though I spend way more time with Miss Mouse, this is structured, boring, everyday stuff....not much fun stuff goes on. SO, I decided on Monday that I wanted in on this frivolity and demanded a bath with said eldest Mouse.All was going well, there was laughter and joking, much wallowing and then she hit me with a big one. Oh boy, it came out of the left field...."Mom, do you have another baby in your tummy?" "HUH?!?!" so I glanced down ( I can only bear to glance at my tummy since having Baby Mouse ) and lo and behold, it was like there was another baby in there. Oh shit. You know what this means right? The diet I was pretending to be on was just that - a huge pretence, so I am officially back on THE DIET. So far, not so good: I spent the whole of yesterday starving, like ready to eat the table kind of hungry. When Mr A got home I nearly bit his head off , this is his fault anyway. Today I have fared better, and was even feeling loved up enough to bake a coffee and walnut cake for the beloved man.
Now I don't know about you, but I think that is what they call love, sharing your last rolo has nothing on having this in the house when one is on diet!
