k i t s c h y p o t e m k i n

I wanted to do a full length Mother's Day post, but its 4 am already so I'll save it for tomorrow.

My very small gift was waking up at 8 am to have breakfast with her at the market before work. This is why you don't have children, in case they end up like me.



Shall exhaust the cat shots instead. Mr Slouchy watches in horror as I trudge out of the house WILLINGLY.



My father still thinks she's a dog. A dog that can be brought out on family trips. She can't speak, but I'm willing to bet that she'll have a lot to say about his misconception.