In fact, in this house it seems that we have one of those moments all the time. If its not Toddler Boy, it’s Baby Fifi and her unrelenting demands to be picked up. If it’s not them its me. ME! Yes, that’s right, the centre of calm and coolness has through the result of pretty much 3 years of broken nights sleep, started to feel a little bit highly strung. Yesterday, I had one of those moments where I really did feel like going on strike. Demands for nappy changes, food, juice, toys (in particular the little man that goes in the helicopter which seems to get lost every five minutes) and television really did begin to grate. I sat on the sofa wishing that I could afford one of those glossy magazines, a chocolate bar and a childminder. Just for an hour or so. I’m worried I’m going to turn into Shirley Valentine.
Revenge is sweet; I made a lentil and rice casserole for dinner.