Maneesha aunty just came to my cabin to tell me how she was missing her mummy over the weekend. So she got a tub of bono salted caramel ice cream and ate half the tub by herself and felt better.
Note to self: I could be replaced by a tub of ice-cream someday…
Sometimes with our routine in between washing bum, feeding, dealing with tantrums and homework I may wish that a tub of ice-cream would take over my role. But I’m sure when these days are over and you guys are all grown up I’d dread bringing ice-cream home from fear of it being a subordinated by ice-cream. Until then enjoy the ice-cream while I still bring home some.
PS: I wish and pray that you find avenues to comfort yourself when in need but pretend to still want me when you grow up.