Bad, bad days
Yesterday was a bad day.
But Sunday was worse
let’s just say I don’t do well on very little sleep, and neither does Roz. But when you tie that in with potty training (round two), then one feisty toddler and one tired mummy… let’s just say it was not a good combination.
I’d fill you in now but I’m so tired that it’s 8:30pm and I’m off to bed.