We had a very active weekend with friends and their kids. We also had a very challenging time with bodily fluids from you. Poop, sick and blood all in the space of about two hours: two baths, two sets of pyjamas, one sodden buggy, one fraught mum and one understanding friend followed by a wee whisky.
I have also had some challenging moments in my own head. Nothing I care to recount right now, but I took myself aside and had a stern word with myself. I would have put me on the naughty step, but we haven't allocated one yet. I have decided that when I am an *rse and behave selfish and childishly, I apologise to you verbally in the hope that that somehow redresses the balance and makes it sort of ok. I try to explain that I am having a moment, but normal service has resumed and mummy loves you and is sorry.
I do try to monitor your behaviour in the light of my own during these moments, to see if you clock my changes in behaviour. I think you probably do, but are little enough to not be flustered by them. 99% of the time I think I'm doing well, but when these little moods hit... I realise I can no longer indulge myself in them like what one can when one is single / not a mum. In this instance, I took myself off quietly to have a shower and get over myself.
This week you have mostly banged your face on the floor and sneezed.
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