Our daughter and her beloved are in Jordan.
Granddad (or Grumpers) as the youngest granddaughter calls him and I are
being led by the nose.
Olivia is taking the high road, she is good and helpful, but Bronwyn not so much (she is like her mother was)
Bronwyn marches to her own drummer.
I took them grocery shopping yesterday, in the hope that if they chose this weeks menu they would eat.
That explains why breakfast this morning was Lucky Charms, Greek pita bread, baba ganoush and cheese.
Washed down with iced tea for Bronwyn and milk for Olivia.
We got to school with time to spare, one morning down and 8 to go!
Now I will tackle a mountain of washing.
Can someone explain how two small girls can flood a bathroom floor, and make so much laundry?