belgianwaffle


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8.30 Mr. Waffle announces that we need bread and milk and he will
purchase same at lunch time.  “Well, I can make bread” I say and
then, after a pause for reflection, “and also milk.”
9.00 -11.00 Sit on couch trapped under feeding babies.  Ring my
mother and wake her up.  Tell her about the Affables’ twins. 
She says “was it an IVF pregnancy?”
11.00 – 11.30 Decide to venture out with the boys with a view to
purchasing bread and milk as the rain has stopped.  Make elaborate
preparations:

11.45 Decide to knock boys out with formula before leaving.  Undo elaborate preparations.
12.00 Boys conked, redo elaborate preparations.  Rain starts again.  Abandon hope of ever leaving the house.

Comments

UndercoverCookie

on 16 November 2005 at 13:40

me too… too funny. 0
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kristin

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on 16 November 2005 at 14:08

CRYING with laughter over bread … and milk. It’s so true. At one point with my little one i was massively overproducing, and i considered becoming a wet nurse. i thot it might appeal to the yuppified part of the world i was living in at the time. There i was, overeducated, underutilized, and underemployed! it was the perfect solution!    

poggle

on 16 November 2005 at 16:06

Bread and milk – heeheehee …. 0
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yvonne

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on 16 November 2005 at 17:38

Boy, I admire your sense of humour in the whole thing. I too have three – well spaced – kids. At times it is extremely hectic at my place. I cannot imagine how stressful it must be at your. Hang in there – it does get easier. Just not quickly. 🙂    

belgianwaffle

on 17 November 2005 at 17:20

Yes, thank you, I am hilariously funny. Yvonne, liked your story about your needs not being met. 0
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