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.
Some ruffian has laid their lips on my daughter.
Some cheeky little so and so has had the nerve to declare himself my daughters first boyfriend and sealed the deal with a puckered up kiss which apparently she willingly accepted.
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…
I often considered being a SAHM (stay at home mum) and a WAHM (work at home mum) however recent circumstances have ensured that I have firmly returned to my role as a BOTTOM (bugger off to the office mum); much to the excitement of twin boy and twin girl as they now firmly believe that as Mummy is earning pennies so they can go on holiday again…