http://tomcarter.co.uk/gili-tal-real-pain-for-real-people/ This folks is a metaphorical tantrum because I’m not allowed to have an actual tantrum. It’s a mummy tantrum and I’m going to feel so much better when I get it out of my system….so here goes…
http://oceanadesigns.net/images/granite/arandis-dream/arandis-dream.jpg I don’t want to be patient at 7.30 at night. I want Ellie to go to bed without any delaying.
http://crystalpalacemuseum.org.uk/contact/ I don’t want Finn to eat every speck of dirt and dust of the floor so that I feel like I need to vacuum every 10 seconds.
I don’t want the kids to leave their dirty clothes on the floor. I want them to put them in the blinking washing basket – I have, after all, reminded them that is what it’s for millions of times. Yes millions.
I don’t want to hear any comments on the dinner I’ve cooked – bad or good. I just want everyone to EAT IT!
And finally, I don’t want to sew this many brownie badges on and I don’t care that it’s my fault I left them until there was a pile. I HATE SEWING.
Oooo that does feel better. So anyone else feel like sharing a bit of a tantrum?! Do leave a comment.