I can cope with:
overbearing work load
messy house….. but I can not cope with.::::::
MUUUUUUUM, please come home MUUUUUUM, I´m not feeling well MUUUUUUUM
oh, text message after phone call after text message, I felt soooo shit!!!
I mean it´s not as if he were at strangers, no, with my parents but I´ll give him that, of the four “men” I´ve got, he´s by far the worst when it comes to being ill and whingeing.
Still, by 11:00 and in tears, I packed up and went home for half an hour, picked him up from my parents, took him home to Mr CB who´d just returned from his GP, meant to go back to work straight away only to realize that Jack the Ripper Russel (so being called because he shredded my wooden door frames first time he was home alone) had been taken aback by being left alone for the duration of the medical appointment and displayed his displeasure by SHITTING on my bed :-(. Mad house or what?? So hubby stayed at home, tending the wee one and thoroughly cleaning the beds while I returned to work tending to everything but what I had planned on doing today.
Still, all in a days work of a working mum 😉