Aimee Horton

When it’s tough.

Nov
17

Have I mentioned before that being a parent is tough?  That for days, sometimes weeks you get very little – or at times no – satisfaction for the pain that sometimes you endure? I know some people say how they love parenting, and enjoy every single second and maybe they do, but for the sake of my sanity, for my own GUILT, I’m going to pretend they’re lying.

You can’t remember? 

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When I’m tired.

Nov
11

In every family there are niggles, little annoyances which may result in huffiness, in muttering under your breath, but from time to time, they get too much, and instead of just frustrating you, or even being endearing little flaws, they start to really piss you off.  

Today is one of those days.  I’m tired.  Just when I think we’re making progress with The Chunky Monkey he does a four wake-up overnighter.  For nothing other than wanting “a big kiss big cuddle”.  But Mr Aimee isn’t home yet, he’s at the gym, and by the time he’s home I just want my pizza and bottle of wine he’s bringing, so I thought I’d share with you guys.  Oh, and I’m too tired to type so apologies for the lazy picture post.

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