When I got on the train to work today, I was going to start your Mondays with a giggle about how Little Miss called my bun a bird’s nest this morning (see right). She stood on the bed behind me as I expertly twisted my hair into a bun like I have a hundred times before, only for her to try and stick things in it saying they were in the nest! The OH tried to make better by saying she’s probably only ever seen perfectly formed cartoon birds’ nests… I’m not sure he succeeded…
But then I walked out of my house, fell ass over tit and took about a 10p piece bit of flesh from my knee. The OH and Little Miss walked out of the house to find me sat on the curb bleeding, swearing (rather a lot) and in need of some new tights.
So this is our make shift job with Savalon, a cotton pad and sellotape until I can get to work!
So having all been about to actually leave the house on time, only mildly stressed… we ended up late, injured and stressed.
And to top it off Little Miss dropped and smashed her magic potion [aka: empty jam jar].
Happy Monday all!