Here we go.
I look forward to going to work, for a break!
More than once i have received an e-mail from ebay about a free listing weekend and wondered idly if they have relaxed their policy on selling pets…(or children)
When Rudy starts to cry, after i’ve just spent an hour settling him and he’s been asleep about 10 minutes, i do not think “Oh my precious baby- what could be the matter?” I think “Are you kidding me?!”
I frequently consider the merits of starting to drink. During the day. Heavily. On the one hand, as the daugher of a (deceased) alcoholic, it seems like a truly terrible idea. On the other hand, as the mother of two very small children, it seems like it might be the best idea i’ve ever had.
My favourite time of day is bedtime.
I’m a terrible mother.
I mean, really. Is it supposed to be this hard?!
I asked a friend of mine that very question last week and she said no, it shouldn’t be, we should be living in tribes, helping each other out. I think she’s right. Anyone interested in coming to live in a three bed terrace in Manchester with a mental health professional, an increasingly insane 20 something mother and her two increasingly demanding boys apply within for immediate vacanacy! The more the merrier! No animals unless you’re fetching them to kill, cook and eat. We look forward to hearing from you…