So yesterday was a fun day, of sorts. Yesterday was one of now, since the big move, relatively few days that was just me and the kids. In Bristol I had these days down. Full on routine. Breakfast, park, Aldi, lunch, sleep, craft/bake, cafe, tea, Daddy home, bed. We all knew where we were and we were like a well-oiled, family-machine...most days. Since the move I seem to have lost my lone-parenting rhythm. Yesterday especially. Faced with a totally rain-laden sky our options for the day pretty much halved. And we needed milk. Stat. Knowing full ...
Surviving the Terrible Twos
If you have hit upon this post in the hope of answers to the above I fear you will be dreadfully disappointed. Unless my lovely readers can leave me some helpful comments. *Hopeful stare.* This is less of a post and more of a plea. Someone must know what to do. I kind of suspect Mr B and I may have brought this upon ourselves. You see we made the fateful mistake of being... SMUG PARENTS. You know the ones. The ones with the child that SLEEPS. And EATS EVERYTHING you give him. And SMILES ALL THE TIME, at EVERYONE. The ones you secretly hate. We WERE those ...