Wednesday, 23 June 2010

I'm having an affair. Really.

It's just been so hard. A hard, hard slog. Looking after all these boys, being the taxi - finding time to meet everyone's emotional needs, cooking nutritious meals.

It all got too much.

I met someone. He is amazing. It's been a secret for a while, I finally told Dave about it on the weekend. And in the interest of keeping myself and my blog honest, I've decided to write about it here.

He's strong, sturdy, and can go all day. He makes me warm, on the inside. And he never cares when I eat all the chocolate.


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My slow cooker. He has never, ever let me down. He makes dinner times manageable. And yummy, and I get all the credit. I've really gotten to know him well, especially as it's the middle of winter here .... and I have discovered recipe bases at the supermarket. So now I just chop stuff up, add the recipe mix, and six hours later my entire house smells beautiful.



Isn't he handsome?





Dave is fine with it. "Whatever makes you happy, hon." Here we are toasting marshmallows together:





..... long walks in the winter afternoons .....




We share a passion for reading. My goodness I'm in love.




Things can get a little hot and heavy. This is what happened after a particularly amazing night of chilli con carne:





We are just one, big happy, dysfunctional family.

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