tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996035601412593396.post927795301293384134..comments2023-05-17T10:05:02.575+01:00Comments on There were four in the bed and the little one said: NuclearAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03230756484782734718noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996035601412593396.post-75881001189452493442012-07-03T21:42:01.410+01:002012-07-03T21:42:01.410+01:00And Sam wonders why some days he has 12 missed cal...And Sam wonders why some days he has 12 missed calls on his phone and comes home to me handing him a baby and telling him "I need 5minutes" before disappearing. <br /><br />You have 3 friends here: the outdoors, the TV, and pinterest.<br /><br />I rely heavily on the first two, and then use the third to magically conjure up the most simple, obvious, ideas that for some reason my brain cannot function well enough to retrieve from my memory. Playdoh, oh Playdoh, I hate the feel, I hate the smell, and I hate the resulting mess, but it can occupy children for hours. Paint! see Playdoh. <br /><br />People think I'm mad/crazy earth mother/hippy weirdo/exercise freak for going out the house every day, normally for an 'adventure' whereby we end up rambling through some random nearby fields/woods etc. but really it's because it tires Theakston out enough that he's happy to veg in front of Cbeebies after lunch, and stops me smashing up my house...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02170447197944280777noreply@blogger.com