My littlest sister moved in with us yesterday, she's staying for the next few months. Little Boy turned 10 today! The following conversation took place this evening.
Me: Okay, I'm getting stuck in to cooking dinner now, it'll be late.
Sis: Do you need a hand?
Me: Nope keep playing the game with Drew 'cause it'll keep you both out of my way.
Sis: Good, I'm beat anyway and can't be bothered.
Me: Join the club!
Drew: I'm not joining the club for a few years yet!
I look after Little Miss G five days a week now. I just put her down for her morning snooze which she has been a little fickle about lately. She fell asleep as usual with my stereo on, not too loud but loud enough, and I put her on the lounge and covered her. The next ten or so minutes involved me walking in and out of the room several times as well as sitting down at the computer not 3 feet away from her for a few minutes and typing on, what seemed to me to be, the noisiest keyboard in the history of the universe. She snored away on the lounge and I thought to myself that this is the day she sleeps like a baby girl should.
Then I had a craving for the chocolate I'd bought yesterday and forgotten about. So I happily marched off to the kitchen and opened the cupboard (the one way up high and with hinges that don't even squeak, which I use for anything I may need to stash away for my own little desires). I pulled down the chocolate bar and tore the foil wrapper slowly down the centre, anticipating the chocolatey goodness I was about to enjoy. Well I may as well have called in a troupe of tap dancing elephants and borrowed the neighbours annoying drum kit to play in the middle of my lounge room. Little Miss G's eyes popped open and up she got for the sole purpose of trying to persuade me (with her big brown eyes and not quite intelligible but very cute and rather effective language skills) to share with her.
I have lightning quick reflexes when I need them and I managed to get the treat back into hiding before her purpose was realised! Pfftt no way I was dealing with the sugar rush she would have while I'd had to halve the hit I wanted for myself. So yep it has been confirmed, PMS makes me an even bigger bitch!
