Happy Mother's Day
This morning at 7.30am as I cleaned vomit from the bathroom floor, I thought to myself what an unexpected start to my Mother’s Day. That’s the thing about being a Mum though; you can’t pick and choose when you’re on duty. From their first breath, things in your life are never the same again. Our baby cried all night, our eldest has a tummy bug and our middle child has headache inducing verbal diarrhoea. He’s the entertainer in the family. What made things a tad more difficult this morning was that my husband took me out to dinner last night, which was lovely. We talked about grown up stuff and got to eat all our own food with little or no stains on our clothes. We also had a couple of drinks and as all parents out there know, hangover + kids = hell on earth. So my bleary eyed husband took the boys to his parents’ house, while I stayed home to nurse our daughter. My little girl is so sick that she and I have spent most of the day on the couch together....