Monday, February 13, 2012

February 13, 2012

It is 6am.  I am in the kitchen unloading the dishwasher, preparing breakfast for Imogen and her brother, making a packed lunch for myself, assembling the various piles of morning pills ingested around here for various conditions, and nibbling at my scone between jobs.

Imogen:  Oh Mummy, I see what you're doing.

Me:  Oh yeah, what's that?

Imogen:  You're being Cinderella.

Me:  Hmm, yeah, a little bit I guess.

Imogen:  Don't worry Mum, the mice will show up soon to help you.

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