Today my child whinged for every waking second. He tripped up and fell over at every opportunity. Husbo and I bickered (was accused on moving something that was exactly where it should be). Older boys shat his pants for the third day in a row. I have a sore throat and it’s a sign of the inevitable cold that hits as soon as it’s school holidays. Alex had his long overdue haircut and wriggled and whinged so much that the hairdresser stabbed herself with the scissors in a suspected attack of self-harm and we are out of milk.
I’m just, y’know, hashtag grateful and ‘cherishing every precious moment’.