Sometimes I 'wash' the baby with a wipe rather than giving him a bath.
Sometimes I tell strategic lies to my toddler. Like 'the bakery is shut.'
Sometimes I hide behind the fridge door and eat dairylea triangles and/or Chocolate Orange.
Sometimes I put the baby in his bouncer in front of Baby TV. For 20 mins (an hour).
Sometimes I make up excuses to leave the park early because I am SO BORED with swing-pushing.
Sometimes I say 'yes' or 'definitely' in answer to a question from the toddler I wasn't listening to. Then I feel guilty so I let him have chips for tea. Just chips.
Sometimes I cry because I find being at home all day every day so bloody hard.
Sometimes I look at the front door and think how glorious it would be to open it and walk out into the fresh air on my own.
But sometimes, I remember I married my best friend and made two beautiful boys.
Sometimes I remind myself that it all came good.
The Unmumsy Mum
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