A bad hair day

Today's treasures:

Getting Christopher out of his cot this morning- the sweet way he smiles at me and tries to negotiate out of handing over his dummy- by handing me his soft toy- a cat that I got for him when I went to see Cats. I love the weight of him as I reach in and pick him up.

Finding this website .

Being up to date at work. I am almost too scared to write it- because even thinking it usually releases the wrath of the work gods, who then smite you with a shit avalanche that drowns you in work till the four horsemen of the apocalypse arrive.

Putting Christopher back in his cot and seeing his smile when I give him one dummy and plug the other in his soft toy's mouth. He looks at me, smiling over his dummy and he knows I am making a joke and I love that he gets it- silly as it is.

Today was a bad hair day. Thank goodness I am seeing the hairdresser on Saturday. Although with my usual ADD I managed to book it when I am supposed to be taking Christopher to swimming. James has said that he will take him and I must admit to feeling a bit apprehensive about that.

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