Sleep, wake, shower, wake child get child washed and dressed, put a load of washing on, was up dishes, make child look immaculate, meke self look immaculate, drop child off at school, carry on the rest of day bring perfect.....thats not me.
Wake, shower, sort through clothes on the floor I haven't worn but are clean, rely heavily on Grandma to sort child out so I can slap on some make up and run out of the door with still wet hair.
Mothering is a competition I don't always win, in fact most days, I'm just glad we're still alive at the end!
Recently, Scarlett has tested my mothering skills with things I didn't think I would have to worry about until shes a teenager. She is going through a pulling down trousers at inappropriate times stage.
If she was a boy, I would be like 'Oh, it's just boys being boys' but now I'm screaming 'I don't want her to be a teenage mother!!'
Reading this book 'The child, The family and the outside world by D. W. Winnicott has reminded me Scarlett is just a little girl growing up and we are both learning together. Of course it's not easy but nothing worth doing ever is, I'm glad I've got my little angel (little exhibitionist) to stumble down with road with.
Oh seriously?! While writing this I just walked in dog poo......
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