Today if I gave you words they would mostly be ‘No’, ‘Stop that, please’ and ‘How would you like it if Gusto lay on top of you/pulled your ears/whacked you with a doll?’, so instead I’ll try pictures.
Today I am like an angry toddler stuck between the sofa and the wall.
Today I am like coffee grounds spilled on the kitchen counter.
Today I am like cobwebs on dirty bars protecting a smeary window.
Worst of all, today I am like a babushka doll, missing its top half, sitting on a dusty Soda Stream machine.
How are you feeling today?
Worse than you actually. I’m having a “what is the purpose of life” day. With no good answers coming to mind, the day is rather bleak and want to be hiding behind the couch or in a whole ish. So don’t worry, things could be worse. We could be eeyore.
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*hole*. Though hiding in a whole could also be good.
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You’re having my Saturday. There were tantrums. Tantra? Sorry you feel bad. Sending you better hormones and some oxygen. xx
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Today I am wondering if the wonderful offer from a friend of a free trip away for a few days is really worth it. The effort involved into organising childcare, the inevitable negative behaviour on my return to ‘punish’ me by biggest toddler makes it seem more trouble than the dream of a few child-free days. I’m also questioning why I work when kindies have holidays in a few weeks and as yet I HAVE NO CHILDCARE! Too hard. Ready to roll up in a ball. That’s my Monday.
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