Getting up at 7:15 instead of 7 on the dot; rushing about the house clothing children, assembling breakfasts, filling lunchboxes, searching for school books, packing bags, showering, chasing kittens, layering family members against the frozen outdoors, using a loud, impatient voice* at children, scooping in mouthfuls of muesli between all of the above; having the small attached semi-permanently to leg while helping middle kid express her creativity at playgroup; strapping in and unloading of children countless times while running errands; providing a continuous supply of mobile nourishment to ravenous kid; arriving home after 1 in the afternoon to the impenetrable fog; frantic relocation from carseat to cot of exhausted, irritable kid; opening the back of the car only to see my box of beautiful hilbarn vegies tumble onto the gravel and roll down the hill.
Then the sun came out [albeit for only an hour and ¼], my darling came home early and brought me a bunch of gorgeous flowers – just because.
At least THOSE days don't last forever...
* aka yelling – bad mummy :(
4 comments:
thats my brother for you!! think i trained him well???
ed is the best isn't he!!! poor sisel, days like that aren't much fun. lots of love. missing you lots as always. xxx
christine! i love this post! its the best! what a nice feeling to recieve flowers from your perfect man after such a horrid day :) x
Hi Christine, not sure if I've said hello before, but I do pop in here regularly... What a very sad photo, but it's a great shot to depict your day! I can relate to those days too.
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