I absolutely adore my children. They are funny, spirited (yes, they’re *those* sorts of kids….), humorous, and affectionate (oh, so very affectionate, it’s quite endearing if slightly inappropriate at some points – my son’s open mouthed kisses, for instance….).
But FARK ME they are expensive little buggers.
Today did not go to plan. Last night I had all sorts of plans to research, or photograph the remainder of my baby clothes to sell {sob}. But Otis was really poorly as I was getting him ready for bed, and then was ill during the night. I slept on his bedroom floor just to make sure he was ok overnight (last time he had a sickness bug he ended up being hospitalised) so today was spent in pyjamas.
So, like I said on my post earlier in the week on back to school stationery, my kids aren’t old enough to go to school – Coco is nearly 3 and Otis is a tender 16mo. Still, I have managed to get caught up in the Back To School hysteria. It’s partly my own fault – Bluewater shopping centre is round the corner from my house, and it’s my default place to go when the kids need a bit of fresh air (read: I could do with a latte) so I’ve been a keen observer of all the new season’s drops.
One of the hazards of the job of being a mum to a 1yo is lack of sleep due to night wakings. I’ve been blessed with two *relatively* good sleepers, so when one has a bad night! it’s a bit of a shock to the system.
Last night was one of those nights.
My kids aren’t old enough to go to school, in fact I can’t ever imagine that either of them will ever be old enough to wear school uniform and be anything other than the beautiful angelic little toddlers that they are *continues to look through rose tinted glasses*. However, on an increasingly frequent basis I am reminded that my children are getting bigger, and growing up at the speed of light before my eyes – this is mostly when Coco has a teenage sulk over me denying her her choice of accessory from H&M, or when she does not agree with my choice of dinner. You cannot eat sausages EVERY NIGHT, Coco.
Tomorrow, Coco, Otis and SuperDad are going to soft play.
I am not.
I am getting a day TO MYSELF.
Please forgive my appearance. It’s ironic that I’m writing a style blog and I’m not looking quite right!
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