#Day7 – What a Rubbish Day!

This is #day7.Over the summer, I am writing a short post about our day. The posts highlight some of our fun times, boring times, and imperfect times. #Day7 What a rubbish day. Daddy got up with boy, so I got an extra hour in bed. Yay! . Hope. . . . . . . . . filtered...

#Day6 – C-Pasta, Fountains, & Escalators

This is #day6.Over the summer, I am writing a short post about our day. The posts highlight some of our fun times, boring times, and imperfect times. #Day6 It’s not yet 06:00. . . . . . A. . . . . . . . . . long. day. . . . . . . . . . s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-s. . . . . . ....

#Day5 – Will The Builders Ever Come?

This is #day5.Over the summer, I am writing a short post about our day. The posts highlight some of our fun times, boring times, and imperfect times. #Day5 It’s 06:19. “Mummy, can I go downstairs?” The day began, almost identically to the day before. . . . The . . . ....

#Day4 – Undecided Weather, Undecided Plans

This is #day4.Every day (Monday – Friday) over the summer, I am writing a short post about our day. The posts highlight some of our fun times, boring times, and imperfect times. #day4 06:03 “Mummy can I go downstairs?” The day had begun. . . . . . My. . . . . ....