Today I feel like a very much absent parent. I went to work today. Yep it is Saturday but needs must. The grandparents kindly stepped in to look after W. I came home. I was greeted by much excitement and a walking boy. I had missed his first steps. Because I was at work. I am heartbroken. And angry. Angry at myself for not being there. Angry at my husband...for things that are mostly beyond his control so that is not fair. Angry at the grandparents for not just lying to me, putting him to bed at his bedtime instead of waiting up to show me, and letting me think ...
Who is actually a Mum of two, and didn't think her blog name through.