Tears on the Dashboard, Vomit on my Shirt

After several attempts to get the bub and the dog into the car to go to a mothers group meeting, I finally set off. Only to discover a splattering of baby vom on my fresh black shirt. I suppose the one place it's appropriate to turn up to avec vomet is a mothers' group. Still feeling tense from yesterday's dreadful attempt to return to work. Then they played a new song called "The Special Two" by Missy Higgins on the radio. There's a line in it about how when we're young we have an image of what our life will be like. That was all I needed. I started to weep. Embarrasingly loudly. With occasional pig like snorts and wails. It's not even a particularly good song.

Ehem.