Running for time: Story and lockdown updates.

Me, trying to shave legs after a couple weeks.

Me, busted by the toddler who will keep banging the shower enclosure because she needs mommy now now now.

The husband, interrupts the meltdown and helpfully takes the kid away, puts on a cartoon and settles the tiny human with a lolly, hopefully for the next ten minutes.

Le me, wondering at the luxury of shaving legs and the five extra minutes I’ll have to condition hair.

Le husband, comes back, grins and locks the door behind him.

Le sigh…there goes conditioning and half of left leg hair!

Then again, he knows all about legs and hair and oh well!

 

I wrote things and am feeling quite proud of myself-

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