Wednesday, 4 November 2009

The Demise of Super Mum

Yesterday I didn't let Son lick the spoon when making cookies because I wanted too.

Yesterday I laughed when his nursery told me he had been rugby tackling the other children.

This morning Son awoke at 4.30am and I gave in and took him back to bed with me. This means, tonight I will suffer when he refuses to go to his own bed.

This morning I was rushing and did not brush my Son's teeth because we were running late and I didn't have the energy to try and get him to actually brush his teeth rather than playing with the water.

This morning upon leaving Son at nursery after the longest, loudest, whiniest morning ever I was relieved... because I think if I hadn't left him at nursery I would have been considering adoption.

Tonight Husband is picking Son up from Nursery and I am planning on getting "held up" until I know Son is in bed.

Right now I have never been so happy to be at work in my life.

2 comments:

Frugal Vicki said...

We have all had those days....or weeks even. When it gets here, you need a break! Get that hubby to let you take some time for a bubble bath and a good book!

Chelle said...

Girl, I know those days all too well. Get tied up at work and then do something for you, k? xoxo