Well...what do you know...

...AF arrived in all her crampy, flood like glory approximately one nanosecond after my last post.

I can't get out of my own way today, must get into shower and then plan something interesting for the poo monkey and I to do now that her Daddy is back at work and/or cook some nutritious and interesting new meals and/or plan a first birthday spectacular and/or start decluttering the house. You know, do the virtuous good mummy thing. Or something.

Think I am starting to get a bit bored with this full time SAHM gig. AF seems to have brought on an attack of the other A, as in anxiety. Now there's a topic for my next post.

Meh.