Toddlerdom is tough. For everyone. For every gurgle of joy there’s the chance of a massive strop. And that’s just me. Gosh Little One has a heck of a temper! Today was testing shall we say.
Elder put it beautifully when he told me tonight that “H interrupts me being kind” – I’m lucky I’ve got 2 intelligent gutsy boys but oh sometimes it’s challenging. I’m whacked. A little light laundry folding and then a massive cuppa in front of rubbish telly. Bliss.