I always have high hopes for non pre-school days. I have grand plans to be an amazing not-grumpy Mum, not to yell, do baking, do some arts and crafts, make a delicious lunch, go for a walk. My expectations are high. Every time.
Reality is, today I had yelled at Brooklyn before the clock even hit 8.30am. Not a great start. Cue Mum guilt. He then asked if he could go to preschool. I don’t blame him 😳 He then proceeded to pull all the couch cushions off the couches and barricade Marlo into the lounge. Cue crying baby, yelling Mum (again) AND crying toddler. Ugh.
I then took the iPad off him, only to give it back a few minutes later because I preferred the sound of ‘Chase’s Corner’ over his whinging. And to top it all off, he’s told me that he’s hungry about 10 times in the last 2 hours.
Its 9.30, it’s raining, I’m still not dressed, Brooklyn’s walking around with no pants on because I won’t help him put his undies on (which he is more than capable of doing himself) and I’m going in for coffee round two.
Some days are just write offs. But tomorrow will be a new day… And the threenager will be at pre-school 🙌🏼🙊
Please tell me I’m not alone!