A public holiday.
At times like this I wish I married early and had my children at a sensible age like everybody else. Then I would not have had the bother of a son with an unreliable car at my age, who borrows mine more than what I use it myself.Today is a public holiday in South Africa. This is a good time to get my homework up to date. With a daughter in her final school year, who is too lazy to help in the house, forever busy with the phone, nothing gets done if I don’t do it. I suppose those are the pleasures of being a mother. Well, I better get busy. At least I won’t be pestered all the time. My son has gone off with my car, my daughter is visiting her father and my brother and his wife left on Saturday night with a friend. They are only expected back late this afternoon.
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Nice holiday to you !
I tried but he did not recognize the borders without a war.
Looking at them, it was easy to see who's the boss.
I daresay, he wears the pants in the house but she tells him which to wear.