Expectations

I told Zeb that I expect him and the girls to make me breakfast tomorrow morning. And recite a poem on how I am the best mam in the world.
After all, I've been hit over the head with mother's day crap, and if they don't step up I'll feel very left out.

He tried to lick my hair in response. Which wasn't on the list of things to do. At all.


The Netherlands couldn't win from the bearded lady in the Eurovision Songcontest today, but to me we won anyway. Hurray!