Update: Vince has graduated to telling me that he’s going to pee in the bathtub and forbidding me to peek in the back of his diaper. Super.
Apparently July is the month of lazy blogging. Sorry all, it’s just been one hell of a busy, dirty, sticky month.
Edward is still on Summer holiday, V is home with him and I am at work fulltime.
I feel left out.
Did you know that I have no idea how to do a tequila shot? I really thought I did but apparently, it’s true, I don’t. Actually, while I was preparing to do a shot, I realized that I had no idea what I was doing.
Thankfully I was around other skilled people, one of which literally reached across in the middle of my mini-monologue and swipe a lemon in the crux of my thumb and dusted it lightly with salt.
This is how a nerd does a tequila shot.
First, chew on lemon. Then, drink tequila. Finally? Lick salt. And finally finally? Drink rest of tequila.
Lord. Who am I? A 17 year old? I honestly can’t remember the last time I did a shot. And clearly neither did my mouth. Since it was the one that chose that lemon first.
Regardless, that Patron went down nicely. And the rest of that afternoon went down just as smoothly. Thanks Roys for your hospitality. And tequila. And tacos.
That blissful evening was followed by one of the exact opposite.
Screaming, puking, crying and endless cries of “Mummy too. MUMMY TOO! TOOOOOO!!”
I went to bed at about 8:30, post dinner (me) and post-puke (him). There was nothing that we could do that could make it right. Nothing at all. And certainly not his own bed, all by himself that is. As soon as I laid him down in our bed, he went to sleep. And as soon as I tried to move him somewhere else, he woke up and sobbed until I put him back.
Brutal. I mean I say that, but it really was. It wasn’t just that one time, it was multiple times. So much sobbing and crying and just general snotty noses and ickiness.
We were exhausted, still are actually.
And so? On that note, we are going to bed.