Happy 7 months Lola Bear!!!🥳 Since we forgot to celebrate the real milestone of 6 months, we celebrated the 7 month one instead and made it a thing because we’re good parents. So today for Lola’s ‘birth day number within the 7th month birthday’ she had a yum breakfast of watermelon, yoghurt and Cheerios. Then, she had a nice long walk, jumped into her favourite bushes and tried to pull down the trees in the garden (one of her many hobbies). She had an appetising bowl of dry food and chewed up a nice big bottle before nibbling on her bone for a bit. She got a nice scratch from Mummay and Dadday. Then, spent the rest of the day having naps on top of me or dragging Bella around playing tug o’ war… for Lola, it’s more like a tug than a war 🤦🏻♀️ Bella, you should really pick on someone your own size! Okay, on to the day…
Right, I got mad today because we went to the supermarket, yes that is the only place we ever go because we have to get out somehow! Anyway, we went to the supermarket and I wanted some white chocolate to put in my triple chocolate cookies that I was planning on making, we have turned into proper chefs 💁🏻♀️ So Zac, for some unknown reason, thinks he’s the boss when we go shopping and he says yes or no to the items I want. Now, that’s ridiculous because we both pay for this shop and he puts whatever he wants in the trolley, so I want to as well. It’s only fair! We’re going around the shop and I see him taking out the stuff, every time I put it in the trolley! What a liberty! So I decide to hold what I want and put it back in when he’s not looking… it actually seems like I’m a child who’s not allowed what they want from the store because of parents! We carry on walking through the shop and finally get to the tills, due to my sneakiness and tactics, my white chocolate made it to the till! Yaaay go me! So Zac is there putting all of the items through the checkout and gets to the end when I notice ‘he accidentally forgot to put my chocolate through’ and we start walking out. Ohhhhhh okayyyy that’s how you gon’ do me? Woooow. As you can imagine I wasn’t happy at all, my cookies are now only going to be mere double chocolate, rather than stacked triple chocolate. Now, usually, I wouldn’t be so emotional about this situation, but when trying to make my cookies reach their highest potential is the only thing I have to concentrate on, I am going to feel some type of way about this betrayal!
I’ll just give you a little insight on how this played out… we got into the taxi and Zac was apologising for not getting the white chocolate and said he’d get me some more from the shop closer to our apartment. But no. I went into difficult mode. “I don’t want the chocolate from that shop, I wanted the chocolate you took away”. ‘It’s the same chocolate though Emily’. “No, the moments gone now, I don’t want white chocolate anymore”. We arrive back at our apartment and Zac says ‘Right, I’m going to the shop to get you white chocolate’, I said “Don’t you dare, I’ll be so mad if you get me white chocolate”… What is wrong with me!? I was currently mad because he didn’t get me the chocolate, then he offers to get the chocolate and I’m getting mad because he’s offering. This is what isolation is doing to me!!! Zac didn’t end up going which I’m glad about, but my cookies were only good, they weren’t greatness like I always knew they should be!
I made these cookies and they were nice. I made a cup of tea and it was nice. It’s all just nice because nothing exciting is happening!!!! Can something, just one thing exciting happen before I lose my mind. To be honest, I think it’s already gone. I would literally do anything for a gym or basketball court to be open. Although, we’re supposed to be going back to work on 1st March and if that’s the case, praise Jeezuz, the end is near! (Talking about the virus).
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