Mama MAMA Mama MAMA

How long are the school holidays aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

From the second my kid wakes up he talks at me. I say at me because I’m pretty sure I dissociate sometimes and he just doesn’t notice. By the fifth round of “Mama would you rather be…” (at only 6.08am) I’m on a desert island. With nobody on it. I’m in a strip club on my laptop simply because there’s no children there. I’m in a complex drain system underground. I am a mole.

“Mama did you know, in Minecraft Mama…”

Please, I don’t care my sweet summer child. I love you to eternity but how is it possible for a child to talk this much? HOW. IS. IT. POSSIBLE.

“Mama do you think that in the jungle there’s normal cats or just jungle cats Mama do you think if someone ate a snail they would turn into a snail Mama Mama Mama….”