I fought with my son for stationery


Day 24

 Not so lazy now!

My son had his stationery list ready for the weekend. Things he needed us to buy according to his specifications.

Hubby and I were briefed to the last shade and density of the inks for pens and pencils, hues and texture of the papers and colors.

First, I nudged daddy away from the counter. Next, I bought some extra stuff, things I needed since am also studying you see (not lying at all).

And if that wasn’t enough, I tried to convince my angry young man (sonny, of course) that he doesn't need some of the stationery (the ones I was eyeing).

Eventually, there ensued a power struggle and poor my baby had to give in. He is a very understanding chap. I love him for that...mwaanh!




Then I got to sorting, arranging and hiding the stuff I had managed to ensnare so no one would know where my stationery lot lies.

I have to be careful being the woman of the house. So much responsibility!

#ConfessionsOfALazyMom #LazyMomDiary #WhatLazyMomsDo

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