I know you have teeth coming through, and I *know* you have a cold (by the way, Mummy doesn’t feel so great either, do you see me howling all day? No! Maybe. Only in secret ). But please, for the love of all that is Holy, I wish you’d quit your sodding whining. Even five minutes of peace would have been enough. I could have made a coffee, or not snarfed down my peanut butter toast so fast that it made me choke, or even, God forbid, had a wee in peace.
I could have maybe, changed my t-shirt, so I didn’t have to walk around with damp, snot ridden clothes on all day. I could have brushed my hair. I could have brought the nappy pail downstairs and put a (much needed) load of washing on.
I would dearly love a nicer today tomorrow. So, if it’s not too much to ask, please allow me to engage with you a bit more when we are playing. Please have a nap (or two), and please have something to eat (you’ll feel better, I promise).
But most of all, please just quit. the. fucking. whining.
You’ll definitely find, a less frazzled mummy, is a *better* mummy.
Your ever-loving, but right now quite stressed out, mother
I am beginning to feel that horrid oppressive feeling of not being able to cope so well. Whether that is just because it’s now the Christmas holibobs and both my kids are poorly, coupled with the fact that I go to bed too late, and when I do finally fall asleep, Elliot inevitably wakes up, or the beast that is PND creeping up on me once more, remains to be seen.
I dearly hope it’s the former.
And holy crap, that was a long sentence.