I have a happy post in my head. About Spring, and friends, and family.
But it can't get to you, can't get out of my head, because I am busying listening to the duelling offspring that are my adored babies.
She said she doesn't love me...
He said I can't go in his room...
All in a pitch that is making neighbourhood dogs curl up under a large piece of furniture and whimper.
I have had a few days lately when I've thought "I can't do this." The whole stay at home mother thing.
Not that I have delusions that they wouldn't do it if I worked.
I just wouldn't have to hear it all the live long day.
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Emma's just flung herself headlong into the whining stage. The pouting stage. The crankily shouting "No!!" stage.
I hear you. Oh how I hear you.
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