Screaming baby (teething...?), poorly son with fever who just wants hugs, and the 8th day of no washing machine, so I'm resorting to washing very stinky nappies from pre washing machine breakdown by hand, while feeding a baby to sleep in the sling and hoping desperately son doesn't run in screaming just as she falls asleep (happened twice today already). At least the dishwasher now works. At least it's sunny. At least I have a roof over my head and food to eat. At least I have clean running water.
#firstworldproblems #50sHousewife #oneofthosedays
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