...Why is it, as a mum, the minute you sink your aching bones into a bubble bath, chilled glass of wine in hand and ipod playing blissful tunes...you get bang bang bang on the door...bloody kids guaranteed if I try to relax in the tub before they are in bed they want to use the toilet or "chat"...
They do not tell you this stuff at parenting classes I can tell you...oh no...how to make up a bottle...which I think I have forgotten now and how to hold a baby...hmmm not sure what happened to me but I lost that gooey feeling you are supposed to get when you see a baby, I can appreciate that they may be cute and tiny and they have toes that used to delight me...All I think now is they grow up and make a mess and laze around like slobs, trying to get Harry to actually help around the house is as painful as a tooth extraction!!! Was screeching at him earlier poor little thing only asked me when I was making tea and I went into one about how I had been at work all day come home and blah blah blah is all he heard because he actually turned up the television while I was ranting!!! Bloody kids
So... sorry whitter over...made this little canvas that I am going to hang on the bathroom door every time I want "me" time...and god help anyone who knocks on that door!!!
Have just joined Twitter too...see top left, add me if you feel you want to...I am loving this modern technology stuff...good init!!!