Max is having what is, i believe, commonly referred to as a “knobs on table” type of a week at work; so far, he has come home every evening with us still requiring a reliable form of birth control, but i think it has been a close shave a few times.
Apparently i was coughing a lot in the early hours of this morning (mainly because my tonsils had finally given birth to the two aliens lodging in them i think) and Amelie was sprawled across our bed, so Max decided to go and sleep in her bed for what remained of the night.
He went upstairs… and stood in a poo.
Parenthood huh? Shouldn’t laugh…. 😉
Oh, that gave me a much needed giggle! Ah, the delights of family life…
oh no, poor Max, that isn’t funny 😆
:0) Not laughing!
oh, but I am. poor max. both for torrid time at work and horrid foot at home!
I do often wonder what the female equivalent of such a torrid work time is….
Nope, I shouldn’t laugh, but I did. Poor Max! My DH has been having one of those weeks too…
Poor old Max 🙁
When I was 16 I had a summer job working as a surveyors assistant building the M20. When not doing out thing we had a wooden hut we would hang about in. For reasons that I can’t now remember some of them did literally get there ‘knobs on the table’ to compare them.
I was a bit of an innocent 16 year old and was rather boggled at this 🙂