No. Not that.
Get your mind out of the gutter.
Honestly.
ACTUALLY, I was in bed (all alone) by 8pm. For I have been rather ill and (even though it's not a sinus infection, the usual culprit) it has sapped my energy, split my head in two and made increased my grumpy factor exponetially. So I went to bed before some of the children did, without even glancing at the disaster I had left behind.
Anyway... when I woke up on Wednesday morning, I found that he had...
1. Swept and washed the floor (sticky-crumby-not-been-washed-in-over-a-week-disgusting floor)
2. Organized the boot room which was well on it's way to driving me officially mad.
3. Cleaned the kitchen spic 'n span clean from top to bottom (except the counter top of doom... but who can blame him, it really is a pit of despair)
Here is the man of the hour himself, on the way out the door for a Daddy-Daughter Date to the High School Musical. Cinderella. It was better than GLEE, or at least that's what I heard.
(please take note of Eden's fabulous outfit. Handpicked (for the most part) from our dress-up trunk, dahling.)
Thank you Mr. Workman. You rock my world. xoxo
4 comments:
You live with your BFF!
Awwwwww!
Sister. You need to get sinus surgery (if that would help). You get more sinus infections than anyone I ever met. Seriously.
Hola Hija,
Chile is back on line. It's really Santiago, not Valpariso.
Con amor, Mama y Papa Workman
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