|TIMOTHY SNOOZING. |
OH MY GOD I JUST CAN'T EVEN LOOK AT THIS WITHOUT MELTING.
ALSO, I PROMISE I AM ACTUALLY WEARING PANTS IN THAT PICTURE, CONTRARY TO THE GENERAL IMPRESSION.
|TIMOTHY (FOREGROUND) AND TABITHA, TAKING A BREAK AFTER DOING THEIR BEST TO DEMOLISH THE NEW COUCH. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I FORGIVE THEM THEIR SOFT-FURNISHING -RELATED TRESPASSES.|
I teared up leaving them all by themselves this morning ('is this what parents who return to work after parental leave feel?', I sobbed to P, 'But those parents don't leave their babies alone with just water, litter, toys, bedding and biscuits. Where is our nanny?! I feel so GUILTY'.)
Gosh, I've triggered the guilt again, they're all by THEMSELVES right NOW and the tears are welling. I am a sentimental mess, but surely I can't be blamed? I mean, I'm in the heady throes of a new relationship. That stage where you can't think about anything else, you want to discuss it with everyone you see and your heart bursts out of your chest when you lay eyes on the objet d'amour. Kittens: all it took to take the sarcastic veneer from my heart, apparently.