So Mini-Me lost a tooth yesterday.😛

5pm.
“Mammy Mammy. I lost my toof. It fell out at school!”
“Yaaaaaaay! That is super news. Were you a brave big girl?” (Note to self. Find out teacher’s address and drop gin or chocolates on doorstep, knock and run… first day back? Poor woman!😂😂)
“The toof fairy will be coming tonight won’t she?”
“Yes she will. How EXCITING!”

11pm.
Mammy would like to know WHO came up with the idea of the stupid tooth fecking fairy anyway? What kind of cruel, sadistic, hormental Mammy decided to reward her minion with the mix of excitement and absolute TERROR that comes with the thought of a feckin FAIRY hovering around her head while she sleeps to steal? That Mammy did NOT think that one through. 😐
Herself was so determined to see the glittery arsed little fecker that she refused to go tomslepp, despite my protestations that “She can’t come until EVERYONE is sleeping!” and “She’s invisible anyway pet. There’s no point staying awake…”
In the end, I left her and her bulging bumblebee-esque eyes standing in her toothless wee head and she eventually fell asleep, but holy Gemima, it took a LONG time.

Christmas shall be fun.

I survived week 1. We all made it out the door every morning, fully clothed and mostly fed. We’ve had a lost tooth, a feckin Fairy, a trip to the optician and one VERY badly behaved furbaby, but right now, Mammy is going to savour this sunset 👇👇👇 with a large capri-sun.

How was your week Beautiful?
Any fun for me?