The past week was brutal, we have had some wonderful days don't get me wrong, but by the time Thursday rolled around last week I felt like I had achieved nothing. No structure, couldn't find a matching pair of anything never mind socks, no sleep, two poorly kids and a dog that had had his nose pushed out because we were all barely getting through the day. Washing pile was growing new life and the dishes could have gotten up and walked out. Needless to say I was a bit snappy 🙃. There were screams and tantrums, cans of diet coke haphazardly knocked over, consumption of all things beige and beige only and cue shouty mummy being the mummy of the day. So, I asked (okay, I screamed) if @daddy_freckle could take a couple of days off work annual leave. Now, he has about 7 days left until next year which will include Christmas so he wasn't completely up for it. But I've had 4 hours childcare in the past 3 weeks and with one teething and the other with tonsillitis I was feeling it.
Today he stayed off, we all ate breakfast on the slow (and ate posh cereal, y'know the @dorsetcereals kind #fancy) and went for an epic walk with the dog. We stopped for a picnic and came home to make pizzas, I ordered a new phone (because this one ACTUALLY HATES ME!) and I have just got Deedee down to sleep (apparently we all have new names now since edie is starting to give us knick names). So the moral of the story, always ask for help. Even if it means screaming at your husband that he best take a day off or find another wife #dontlieyouveallbeenthere #therealityofparenting #adayontheslowsolveseverything