For love nor money.
Six. For the love of Merlin, what was I thinking? Oh, right, that I love having cute little kids and I should spread the love or something similar. But six? On my wage? Pushing it there, I think.
Truth is, I love her so much and love all my little guys so much I can hardly say no at the idea. Part of me just thinks I should have considered the practicalities of it.
Look on the brightside, Mr Arthur Weasley, Bill will be going to school soon enough and hopefully HOPEFULLY this one will be a GIRL for once. Because I seriously think Molly will murder me if my Y chromosome's the only one which works. Manly, I am. Heh. But really, for her sake, I want it to be a girl. I'd say I'm too old for this, but I'm not.
Ah well, back to my-now-an-hour-longer shift cause I need the money. Love over money anyday, but unfortunately, I have people to feed.
What am I doing, bringing more people into a world like this?
I need a break. Preferably with a cup of coffee and a chocolate biscuit. Seems like I always need a break. That can't be entirely good. Everything's hectic and I feel like moving at two miles an hour today.
Oh well, back to paperwork.