💖 Thank you, Angus…💖
💖…for helping me shed some of my inhibitions. When we’re out in public together, I no longer feel any sense of embarrassment if I am overheard having 1-sided conversations, speaking like Cookie Monster or singing out loud. I don’t have too many qualms now about heading out the door in clothes I’ve slept in, clothes spattered with spit up (wet or dried, neither fazes me) or sans a skerrick of make-up. Really, the general public should just be thankful that I make the effort to put a bra and underwear on.
💖…for not having eyebrows. It gives me at least one thing to laugh about, everyday. If they haven’t grown in by your first birthday, I’ll draw some on for you. Which will give me something else to laugh about. Thanks in advance.
💖…for bringing ‘simple’ joys to my daily life, like smiles and cuddles. And thanks for reminding me that even the ‘simple’ things in life, like smiles, need to be earned.
💖…for placing me on such an effective, albeit grueling, weight loss program. You’ve kick started my fitness recovery with your own, special brand of High Intensity Interval Training (HIIT) – where I scramble to complete as many domestic duties as I can during those short windows of time where you are prepared to play or sleep somewhere other than my lap. With the HIIT and my hands otherwise being commandeered to see to your care during daylight hours, it leaves me with limited time to prepare, let alone eat, food. The combination of your HIIT sessions and restricted diet – and let’s not forget your expulsion from my uterus – has resulted in a loss of over 17kg in less than 11 weeks. However, if you don’t mind, Bubba, I’d prefer to lose the final 5-8kg by myself.
💖…for getting me addicted to Dance Moms. (I have had to find something to do during your lap naps).
💖…for making chores feel less like chores. When I actually get to finish a cleaning job, it now actually feels like a little weight is lifted from my soul. Even though I know that mess and dirt will find its way back there in a few minutes. But for a few minutes there, I feel a bit of bliss.
💖…for all of the times during diaper changes when your pee and or poo landed on your father, instead of me.
💖…for bringing moments of laughter and joy to my day, every day. It helps to take the sting off the rest of the day, when you’re acting like a right royal toss-bag.