You know those days when mother and child just can’t get on the same page? Well today is exhibit A of that. She screamed, I screamed louder. She wanted cookies, I wanted wine. I felt like writing a nice blogpost, she didn’t feel like napping.
Well that didn’t happen, so instead of a post I have top level stress hormones juggling around my body. I don’t want that (B neither, he’s hiding in the kitchen as we speak).
Now ‘m staring at this fantastic quote from Pinterest and hell yeah! I’m going to do as it says (for once in my life). Walk around the house like a mother fucking champion. With wine. Tomorrow will be better.