Today I bought a new skin cream and foundation because – horror – I have wrinkles. Seriously, the blighters are hibernating around my eyes. Nothing major, but they could breed if they’re not stopped in their tracks. Bloody wrinkles and bloody tired complexion. I’ve been burning the candle again and it’s wreaking havoc with my skin.
Anyone would think I’ve been partying 24/7 but far from it. I’ve a number of parties coming up, but this last few weeks my days have been filled mostly with work and the children. I managed to get Callum into nursery four days a week from tomorrow, instead of the customary three. He’ll be delighted because it means extra time with his pals, and I’ll have an extra day to meet deadlines.
Being Guy Fawkes Night, we let off a ton of fireworks tonight. Abigail loved them, Callum hated them and Louise was nowhere to be seen. “I hate fireworks Mummy,” Callum said. “Turn them off now. They scary.”
So I took him inside and gave him the fattest cuddle to reassure him that they wouldn’t hurt him, that they were stars with pretty colours, and that the bangs were not a gun going off.
“Too loud,” he said, crawling into my bed and wrapping the duvet around his head. I sniffed his hair and gave him another cuddle, which reassured him more than any promises of no more fireworks. Actions do speak louder than words.
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