Its Friday! Its Dear So and So time!
Yes, you were slightly neglected yesterday. Having you fall on a Thursday, the most crappest day of the week, was unfortunate. But come Saturday, we'll pretend its my birthday again and really celebrate. Minus the kids obviously.
Here's to the last year of my Twenties
Don't let the mean kid at playschool spoil it for you. Its hard being your age, not understanding that if someone is nasty to you its fine to shout at them and stand up for yourself. Please don't let it ruin your happiness, when you're not at playschool, he wont come to our house, or your Aunts house, I promise. It makes me mad for you being so sad all the time. Just remember that this boy is just jealous at how gorgeous and well liked and confident you are.
I am glad you have finally decided to sleep through, frankly if you hadn't Mummy would probably have collapsed from lack of sleep. Now can you please use the potty?
Love you baby
The excuse "I can't hear the kids so why should I get up" is not good enough, you git. Sort it out or else.
Dear Daily Fail
Lol (She says whilst typing on the computer and half watching the kids)
Ms C (Unmarried Mother of 2, not yet a home owner) Maidenhead
Dear Blog World
Debate. Look it up. You can't wax lyrical about your love of debate, then shout people down because you don't like them. Seriously, I nearly wet myself with mirth at that yesterday, even more so than the Daily Fail article.
Also look up double standards whilst you're there.
WTF am I going to call you next year when I turn 30? I may have to lie about my age. It works for Joan Rivers....
29 Year Old Mum
You rawk (as always)