hi me!
i'm waiting for laura to get back. she has been at the peninsula for a couple of days.
today at work i was feeling really positive, playing lots with the baby and making him laugh. but then his mum got home 5 minutes late and that made me do this 
5 minutes may not sound like a big deal, but this small little 5 minutes means to me, the difference between getting home at 5:20p.m. and getting home at 6p.m. you can imagine which one i prefer? this has nothing to do with her of course as it's not the families fault i don't drive and have to get the bus! but don't come home with your shopping from the supermarket 5 minutes late (when you were supposed to be at work) and expect me to greet you like
this 
silly human.