Oh yes, my monster child has gained another essential life long man skill. He would rather endure a punishment than do anything I ask him to do. I can see him sneaking off the the man cave when his future wife/husband (gotta ensure I’m being inclusive!) asks him to take out the rubbish. Where… Continue reading Help me! He’s learnt to shun responsibility!
So I had a date in my diary for going out out. A proper grown up night out on the tiles, alcohol and heels, pre arranged auntie to monster sit, painted my nails and bought cheap jewellery and EVERYTHING! Perfecto! Monster in bed, make up on my face, hair spray in my hair, high heels… Continue reading I went out out, it was pants. Social life + anxiety = shit (not literally)