One of my kids keep calling me “Meatballs” and even called me “Mrs Balls”. He keeps interjecting my name (meatballs) into books, number stories, etc.
I love this smelly weird earth angels.
I am SHOOK at how many people think Gordon Penetration Ramsay would dominate in the sack. At the end of the day, I’m letting Bobby NeverFlaccid Flay do whatever he wants to me.
Last night I fell so violently in the shower that I knocked down every item and fell out onto the rug, hurting every inch of my body. V panicky to shower again rn. Thoughts & prayers please.
The worst part of my job is presenting bad news to families, around a table with boat loads of people and often a translator. Tomorrow I get to have an annual meeting for a student which is all GOOD NEWS and I am fucking pumped.