My 7month old is being fed,at the same time as trying to write this.Everytime i give her a spoonful,as i turn back round to start typing i look back to see shes spat it out and smiling quite proudly.She loved chicken and pasta yesturday so im wondering whats changed today?
So as you can imagine,its hectic.My eldest has just fallen over and is laying on the floor crying.As i go to comfort him he doesnt want me,he wants daddy.I go to the fridge and try to find him something that will cheer him up,when i spot my bottle of wine.Its only 2 in the afternoon but i wonder if one glass will really hurt? Of course it will i tell myself.No mother should be drinking at 2 in the afternoon so i push my thoughts to one side.
As i enter the front room,i have my 2 year old pointing to the floor to show me hes done his buisness on the floor.Great,why did i start potty training? As i crouch down to clear it up i think to myself how glad i am that i got that lamintae floor put down.And,you know what?
Im sure i can hear that bottle of wine calling me from inside the fridge.....