My little girl has been refusing to touch her veg for the last 15 minutes, and now bored, is climbing down from the same bench backwards.
The big boy is making farting noises, and wants to get down from the table, while my big boy is nowhere to be seen…
I find him sprawled on the sofa, and yell at him to get back to the table at once. He whines something about needing to rest because his calf muscles are stiff, and I start counting to five in my most menacing tone.
He gets back to the table, where my friend is yelling at her girl, who smeared food all over herself .
My friend and I roll our eyes across the table, and mumble something about selling our kids on ebay. It is lunchtime on Wednesday, and we are officially having a Bad Muvvas’ day.
Don’t get me wrong, we both love our children, and I dare say our lives would just not make sense without them. But on days like these, we just wish for some peace, a bit of adult conversation, and not having to watch out for sandwich content ending up in our hair.
I wistfully dream about being careless, carefree, and generally able to go wild.
For now, my friend and I sit in the sun, and share a rebellious cigarette.
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