Things that make me go Bleurgh…..
1. Parking in a family parking bay. Yes you are late and yes its busy but people carriers were met to stick together. Don’t force me to park with the cool cars as neither I or the car enjoys the silent ridicule as I try and wrestle a buggy and 3 kids out with two inches of space.
However if you decide to park in my spot because secretly you want one of my children please feel free to check my ebay account as one or more is often found there.
It’s not often that I have moments of serenity, where I feel calm and very much at peace with myself and my chosen life.
Often I feel like I am dashing from one task to the next, planning the next big thing and pouting a little about the stuff I thought I would have done or achieved by this point in my life.
Being a BOTTOM* is hard work I’m finding.
Let me talk to you about separation anxiety. The most agonising thing for a parent to endure as you leave the house and your baby holds our their arms to you and wails sorrowfully as you exit stage right to earn some pennies.
Well this is what I have been told about separation anxiety; I have yet to flipping experience it first hand…
It’s that time of the month again. You can see the misery etched on my face and the pain shuddering through my body from the sleep deprivation that this monthly occurrence brings.
“Why!” I cry aloud at 2am when I am awoken from slumber and then am not able to go back to sleep.
This morning life was normal, it made sense, you were still in my world and my world was complete.
Had I known that last night would be the last time I would talk to you and the last time I would look upon you I would have said more than simply ‘goodnight.’
I would have told you how much you meant to me, I would have told you I cared,