Come say hi...
His Name is "Splash".
He is teeny weeny and his habitat cost me more than a day's pay.
I am forgiving him because he has amazing powers of toddler sleep coercion.
This weekend was a little bit shit. Especially Sunday.
Tiger pushed every button I had and then hit the "Lose your freaking mind" one to top it all off. After a mild explosion we took a big deep breath and made some biscuits.
And we took some to the park, just because.
Fresh air made me feel better. But I can't go on the swings because A) my legs are too short and it's an unknown risk asking WonderMan to gently push me so I can swing, and B) I've discovered it puts pressure on my broken butt, and then I can't walk. This made me sad. It didn't stop WM having a good go though.
Frog made some random friends.
We went walking...
We went garage sale hunting...
And this made me giggle enough to shift some of my funk, before I went back to work today.
I'm still giggling.
Happy Monday.
