Ii's even worse when I sleep in. Like this morning.
Or when it's really cold out. Like this morning.
No-one wanted to get up, or eat breakfast, or get dressed, or find their shoes. Handsome Son developed a mysterious pain in the leg that caused him to hobble dramatically (arms wheeling for balance) and whinge non-stop.
The Princess's curls were all knotted and she cried piteously while I combed it out.
My coffee was cold by the time I got to take my first sip, and I felt like this
(minus the baby. And no post-it notes either)
I hate it when days start that way. Even though I know the kids will come bouncing through the door this afternoon, I always feel like a bad mum when we begin our days frazzled and crabby.
Mother-Guilt. Isn't it wonderful?