Struggled with DD4 this morning because she didn't want to brush her teeth. I told her she had to because otherwise they'd go rotten.
She said she wanted them to go rotten so the 'tooth fairy' would give her some money when they fell out and then she could go and buy chocolate! That's the most inventive exuse I've ever heard of, and this kid is only 3!
Didn't know what time Andy was arriving; didn't check. Still feel a bit down over the bad dreams. He arrived at 12 in this pair of jeans that looked really creased. I laughed and said 'Honestly, Andy, that's why you're supposed to iron.' (When I burnt my wrist he told me it was my fault for doing the ironing).
He just smiled at me and said 'they don't look that bad' (they DID ).
He went to the bathroom while I got DD4 ready and then DD2 came in to use the bathroom also. They had friends round so they couldn't stop. She hugged me and told me she loved me and I said ILY to her and then I asked Andy if he had any requests (I am going Christmas shopping). He said he couldn't think of any.
He said 'have a nice time' and asked me to phone him on the return journey so he knows what time to be at the bus station. I said I would. He reminded me to take my cell phone. I told him I wouldn't forget it.
Now they've gone and I've got to pack and things. I have to leave on the 7.30am bus tomorrow - that means getting up at 6am, lovely! But I am looking forward to this and trying to lift my mood.
