One of Those Days

Today has been one of those days. You know the sort, where very quickly you realise it's 'going to be one of those days', and come 11am you're already craving bedtime for the little ones just so you can crack open the largest bottle of wine. In fact it was such a bad day today I only reached 4.30 before I hit the bottle! Opps.

Now before you judge me, hear me out! I'm currently staying with my parents. Whom I love dearly, they have a beautiful home and are always very happy to have us to stay. Sadly our visit this time is because my Grandad passed away and it's his funeral on Wednesday. Anyway, so as much as I love them it's a little...tricky staying there. My mum is recovering from M.E and we have to be very...considerate when we stay here. Toddlers, considerate? Not happening! It therefore means my nerves are shattered constantly worrying about whether Josh is stressing her out too much or making her feel unwell with his rushing about and excitement. So we quickly got dressed and ready to go out for a nice day seeing friends etc.

I was rushing and not paying attention and literally two seconds out of my parents drive I drove in to a gate and literally scraped all the side of my car and burst a tyre. It also made Josh cry. Brilliant. Even worse is the fact I've not even had the car a month and the RAC won't come out unless your 3/4 a mile away from your home. Basically, I was screwed.

I spent all day waiting for someone to come and look at it, and with very few toys, no stair gates and a very un-baby-proofed home, by 4.30 I was a mummy wreck. Yup I hit the bottle just to calm myself! I love my son to pieces but seriously he's hard work sometimes!

To top this off my parents have brand new cream suede sofa's and my mum adores them. What did Josh do? Spilt Ribena on one of them. Seriously I was ready to lie down in the road! My nerves just tipped me over the edge at this point in anticipation of the raging expleetives that would flow like a torent.

So I've had a toddler resembling a caged animal going beserck at me for being confined up all day when I had promised him a fun filled day with his best friend Bella, I've ruined a VERY expensive sofa and I've ruined my newly acquired car.And I've turned to drink by mid afternoon. I am now a mummy lush.

Great.

On the plus side though the car will be fixed properly by tomorrow curtosey of my dad's friend (and my dad's paying so thank you dad), the mark on the sofa should come out eventually and my mum has reassured me there is no crime in having the odd early tipple to 'help' your parenting abilities once in a while. Personally though I don't care, I'm just glad this day is nearly over and now I'm off to wallow in bed and finish that bottle of wine...