I have a bit of a reputation for avoiding blog hops, memes and doing arty things with my kids so prepare yourselves as I am about to attempt to do all three in one blog post.
Before I lose your interest let me tell you why:
“No child is born to die, but 8 million children under five die every year from illnesses we know how to treat or prevent, such as diarrhoea and pneumonia. In the 21st century, this is utterly wrong.”
Sleep is something most parents have a love hate relationship with. We would all love more of it and hate having it disturbed.
When your bundle of joy comes along you accept that your hours laid in a soft, comfy bed under a cosy duvet will be less than before and this is a sacrifice you are willing to make in return for a beautiful baby all of your own.
However most of us see loss of sleep as a short term investment when having a baby; so why does it feel that an eight hour stretch in bed is equivalent to finding the holy grail in mummydomland.
When you see me shouting at my children just because I am having a rubbish day feel free to tell me to calm down.
When you see me bribe my children with chocolate feel free to suggest better ways to get them to behave well and play nicely.
When you see me “forget” to get the kids to brush their teeth at night-time because I have had enough and the bottle in the fridge is calling
Its looking like Twin Boys best career option is to go into politics. Not my first choice for him but apparently it can be lucrative so I should be able to look forward to a decent level of sheltered housing when my mummy madness progresses into senility.
Mealtimes at our house are messy. BB likes to toss food about like confetti, showering all who get in her way and twin boy’s eating style resembles a farmyard animal; and I am not talking about a chicken here.