Tomorrow is the first day of our training to be parents!
I've done loads of laundry so I can try on five different outfits
and Mr Dotsie has his own coping mechanism, he's ripped out the fitted wardrobes in the spare room and poked a hole in the wall, ready to move it to make two regular sized rooms out of one large and one small one. The poor man's going a bit crazy
but at least it's productive!
What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass!