Babymomma (and most of the rest of the world) terminology: "butterfly painting" as in "please can you help Felix do a butterfly painting" Translation following blank looks from the boyfried: "a Rorschach painting boyfried" ...and harmony and mutual understanding reign once more Sent from my iPhone
Jasmine and Felix have gone bonkers. As in proper bonkers. They will just not shut up. I swear Jasmine spends more time talking about playing some fantasy role-play imaginary game than she does actually playing her fantasy role-play imaginary game. And Felix doesn't do what I tell him at the best of times. And they just talk over each other, at each other, all the time. Most of all, they talk at me. And most of that is demanding I do stuff for them (switch it on/ blow the balloon/ pick me up/ get the toy/ put me down/ make it louder/ do it again/ switch it off/ stand up/ sit down/ yadda/ yadda/ yadda)
I have come upstairs to hide in the office so I can think for 2 seconds.
Suburban, middle-class 30-something living in London with dreamy boyfriend, 2 kids and all that. It gets worse, I actually like my life. I'm a left-leaning make of 30-something, so I spit on Chelsea Tractors and pontificate a lot about, well, anything really. All sounds very, erm, comfortable, I know, but I do have large reserves of cynicism, which I see as my saving grace for becoming one of the masses.