Not posted for a few days.
That's mainly because I'm just spending the days trying to keep my shit together....it's like having an eight year old toddler or a puppy (that tells you to shut the fuck up several times a day).
So far since lock down, George has:
Picked a big patch of paint off the recently decorated wall at the top of the stairs.
Chewed one of Harry's school books.
Ripped huge holes in both the safety netting and the mat on the trampoline.
Climbed over the fence to take a piss in next doors grid.
Ran out of the front door and around the green at the front of the house in just his undercrackers.
Threatened to shit in the bath EVERY TIME HE'S IN THERE because he thinks it's amusing.
Emptied all my £9-a-bottle shampoo and conditioner into the bath.
Blocked the toilet by flushing a smoothie carton.
Thrown a money box out of his bedroom window (that was bought for his christening) which smashed on the flags outside.
....and they're just the ones I can remember. We literally need eyes in the back of our heads.
I'm on my second large rum and Diet Coke of the evening...
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