I love having kids. I really do. I like doing things with them too – generally.
But today I really found myself longing for the things I used to do on my own, like:
As Little Miss (the youngest) is now nearly 5, I shouldn’t complain. They all – usually – sleep through the night and they don’t get up at 4am. But WHY does she get up at 6am on a Saturday? And especially a day like today – when it was all dark and rainy and absolutely perfect weather for snoozing until well into the day???? Needless to say she was cranky as anything by 11am and had to have a nap. It could all have been avoided with a sleep in!
It was a rainy day, and we needed to get my Mum a present. So I thought it sounded like a lovely idea to go out for breakfast and wander around the shops. Why don’t I ever remember that shops with kids is not fun??? I just end up getting cross at everyone.
I love cooking. I was really looking forward to cooking dessert for my Mum’s birthday dinner. Then I had three helpers and it all went downhill. It seems EVERYONE needs to do EXACTLY the same amount of “helping” tasks or all hell breaks loose.
We did all enjoy this for a little while, then everyone gets bored and then you have puzzle pieces all over the table and no one else can do anything on it.
Don’t get my wrong – it’s nice to spend a rainy day with the fam. But it really feels like hard work sometimes!!!!!