So, it’s a night like any other night at my place. Dish rack full of drying dishes (who’s got time to towel dry these days??) after a delish dinner (if I do say so myself) cooked by me (with love of course) and I’ve finally got the chance to plonk myself down on the couch next to my man. The kids are winding down watching telly and my toddler is still full of beans, walking in her own waddley little way around the couches, completely amused by her new found skill.
The time of day is finally approaching… That time when my partner asks “do you want a tea babe?”
“YES PLEASE!!!” I respond in sheer delight, it’s the one time of day that never gets old.
Then he ads to the pending pleasure by asking “want anything with your tea babe?”
The choices are usually beautifully assorted… Brownies, ice cream, chocolate, biscuits and I could happily go on. I make my choice, with a little disappointment that I need to stick to just one of the choices if I ever want to get my pre pregnancy body back
Posted by ritareet, 24th January 2015
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mom81879 said
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