A good mummy, domestic goddess, polish your halo kind of thing.
We even ate all our meals together at the table.
All good stuff.
But little girl should have been at a party. She forgot, and I felt to anxious about it to remind her.
Bad mummy, big mummy fail.
No tick VG, no smiley face just a big angry cross.
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1 comment:
We often forget about parties, we are happy in our own little bubble sometimes. Love the gingerbread people
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