|We are taking this very seriously|
|Although we are still pretty freakin' pleased with ourselves|
|but possibly not quite as pleased as Mummy.|
Honestly, it just seems like yesterday they were like this:
Oh, that's right, NO IT DOESN'T. (Although of course it does, sort of).
Seriously, though, did you ever see a cuter pair head off to school? No, you didn't. You did not. What you can't see is that they also insisted on taking matching Frozen lunchboxes (of course). It was adorable. Although after I took these photos, we got in the car and Blue asked me "Mummy, what does adorable mean?" so I may have overused that word a little bit today. But what could make me happier than
a day on my own sending two excited, totally ready children to school in matching uniforms? Nothing, that's what.
Pink told me yesterday that "When I go to school, Mummy, do you realise you are going to have to do ALL of the jobs around the house?" I managed not to say HAHAHAHAHAHA in her face, which took a great deal of self control. When she asked me about it again this afternoon, I told her that so far, I'm coping fine.
Apparently the day went well and they coped fine too. Afterwards they totally crashed, in every way, which was not a problem because I was expecting it, it was totally normal and reasonable and I'd had five hours of silence to prepare. They were in bed by 6.30 and asleep by 6.35, which officially makes this the best day ever.
In other breaking news, I found out this afternoon, after school, that apparently the cat sat on the mat, whilst wearing a hat. Who knew, right? I'm extremely lucky to five-year-olds to tell me these things. If a dog gets stuck in a bog and finds a log, I'll be sure to let you all know. In the meantime: CHAMPAGNE.