Saturday

It hasn't been the best of days.

Highlights:
Libbie having a full on meltdown in my local M&S Simply Food. Thrashing arms and legs, screaming, I think she might have taken out an elderly person at one point.
Someone helpfully remarked 'Oh she's tired'
I restrained myself from saying no she isn't fucking tired, butt out Super Nanny.

She's stroppy 2 year old who has a meltdown when she doesn't get her own way

Where does she get it from? (No need to answer, we all know)

When we eventually returned home, she decided throwing a potty full of wee across the hall was a good idea.

Mr La La is in Washington DC at the moment. Today I have emailed him the following,

"Your children may not be here when you return on Wednesday night. I have eyed up Byron's caravan over the road and think they will be quite comfortable in there, possibly forever, but at least until you get back.

Tomorrow I shall be filling the paddling pool with a 7 Year Old Havana Club, some mint, crushed ice, soda water and brown sugar."


to add - the pic is Charlie and his chum Alex who were both behaving for about 2 minutes