This morning I have, so far, done two loads of washing and hung them out, cleaned my bathroom, unblocked a u-pipe (or whatever it’s called), been adorned with stickers, watched crap kids programmes and had the obligatory morning argument with Charlotte.
Despite all this I really do live for my weekends at the moment and this one is no different.
I’ve had a pretty rubbish week. A scan which showed I have gallstones (even though that wasn’t actually what they were looking for), a hot and sweaty trip down to London, a horrendous pain in my abdomen that has lasted three days and counting, which apparently has something to do with the aforementioned gallstones. Work is just awful at the moment. We’ve had tantrums every evening either due to over tiredness or the heat and I’ve also been messed around by yet another sociopath. So yeah, it’s been emotional.
So I’m hoping this weekend is better.
Whether I have Charlotte or whether it’s one of my child free weekends I’m determined to make the most of them so after a bit more tidying up we’re off out to find a gluten free and now low fat/no fat lunch and then heading to a street party in the heart of Warwick. Then dinner with a friend.
I will not let one shit week crush me but if next week could be better, that’d be great!
Also I’m starting Blurt Foundation’s #365daysofselfcare challenge as I know I’m rubbish at looking after myself and it’s becoming apparent I need to for my health and sanity! Come and join in with me on Instagram, Twitter and Facebook.
My daughter has a ‘butter won’t melt look’ about her most of the time and, I’ll give her her dues, she is a damn good negotiator when it comes to trying to get her way. But sometimes things don’t quite work out as she planned and when this happens you can be guaranteed that you will get the disappointed look below and the there will be a ‘The world has ended’ style tantrum. It doesn’t matter where we are or who we’re with, the tantrum will happen over the tiniest thing.
Just to keep myself slightly sane through these moments I decided to record the reasons the shit hit the fan in my daughters world. Of course, they are all entirely legitimate and worth the energy usage for all involved.
Below are some of the reasons:
There wasn’t enough milk with her Cheerios
*tops up milk and finishes cheerios* There was too much milk with the Cheerios.
Her dress was long sleeved.
Her pink tights weren’t washed.
She’s tired. (Because she woke up at 6am)
There was a stone in her shoe (there wasn’t).
I gave her 2 biscuits, not 3.
I gave her 8 raspberries, not 6.
Her cucumber was cut in slices, not sticks.
Her lemonade was too lemony (damn you San Pellegrino)
I wouldn’t let her use the drill by herself.
I couldn’t rewind Miffy because we’d only just turned the tv on.
I wouldn’t play the most boring board game ever with her for the 300th time that day.
I couldn’t carry her because I had a dog attached to a lead in one hand and shopping in the other.
It started to rain (obviously my fault).
I didn’t participate in the race down the path (because I hadn’t been told it was happening).
I wouldn’t let her walk into the road by herself.
She dropped her teddy and it got muddy.
I wouldn’t buy her the kinder surprise egg AND the Frozen surprise egg.
I wouldn’t let her watch Family Guy when she woke up and came downstairs.
As you can see, I am obviously a complete bitch of a parent.
I could go on but I’m exhausted just writing about them! These were also mostly from a 48 hour period! Please let me know your child’s (entirely legit) reasons for the world ending in your house in the comments below!