I am back from the holiday in the country.
I would love to wax lyrical about the darling little house, the tranquil open fields, the nippy little horses, the cunning electric fences and the frigging flies, but sadly I have left my homage to pastoral living just that tad too late. It is now more than 48 hours since our holiday concluded and hence all residual created calm has been officially leached from my system.
Since our return I have managed to lose a book, a set of keys, a vital phone number, and my wallet. These were all found, eventually, but geez the stress.
I could be wrong but I think I can pinpoint the exact moment I lost the very last vestiges of calm.
It was this morning at 3.10 am when Tricky started kicking hard at the wooden bookshelf between his bed and ours and shrieking at the top of his voice: MUMMY! GIVE ME A CUDDLE!
Whole lot of nothing going on
2 months ago
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Know what you mean! Thought I'd lost my mobile yesterday! Panic till it turned up!
Glad you had some calm though before coming back to the city life!
oof. welcome back!
and does he really demand 3am cuddles? from a distance (aka not your house at 3am) that sounds so effing cute.
xo
I had the 4am versiom - mama, mama, is it time to get up yet? No it f**ing isn't.
Wow... demanding little booger. Just like mine except all she can manage is MAMA
Oh yeah, it's amazing how quick they find the love/guilt/cute button. Ours try to drag out bedtime by asking for 'just one more' kiss or cuddle - and it works because they know damn well we know that we have to take them when they are going because all too soon they'll be gone, those lovely unselfconscious toddler hugs.
Mind you, it doesn't work at bloody 0300 in the morning...
Oh, I'd agree that would be MY moment of lost calm. Remember! These are the good old days!! LOL
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