So where do you hang out if you're really quite afraid of heights? Oh I know, how about the tallest tower in the country?
Nice to feel on top of things.
Which, incidentally, I felt today. Took the washing out of the machine and didn't throw it straight into the dryer, but hung it on the line. Phew, that was a long five weeks of dryer-action!
Took Tilly to a Kinderdance class, moved some furniture, wrote some thank you notes. Feeling pretty on top of it.
Arrived early to get Henry from school. Ivy was hungry so I popped into the back seat to give her a quick feed. Tilly stayed in her booster seat, I sat in Henry's and breastfed, waving to a few other mums walking past. I'd shut the door for a modicum of privacy, which wasn't a problem until I tried to open it to get out. Child lock. Oh crap.
Tilly's door too, of course. Three kid's seats across the back, no room to move or climb over to the front seats. Double crap. And suddenly no mums walking past to wave at and flag down.
Couldn't even reach my phone. SO on top of this gig.
I put Ivy back into her seat and tried to figure out how I was going to climb over her in jeans too tight to bend properly, but finally managed to reach the lever to lean the front passenger seat forward a bit and somehow shimmied over it and opened the front door.
I am, however, a quick learner. I won't do that again.
Hope you had a wonderful weekend and thanks to the commenters for making me laugh out loud at your food identities. You crack me up.