the agony being not that of an alcohol induced hangover and flash backs of your bestie holding your hair back. No, those days are passed. Instead, you are treated to flash backs of your desperate for the toilet but half asleep child’s antics from the night before; questioning did I dream having to hold their boy bits in the direction of the toilet?!
As I escort Eden through the house; dodging her self made obstacle course, the stench hits again. Internally questioning where to even begin with cleaning this up, I look across at my Cream sofa and I’m greeted with what can only be described as a mammoth sized poo on my seat! Oh man, Shit just got real!!
I’ve always believed it to be really important that our kids know we aren’t perfect; that grown ups make mistakes and that we apologise when we are in the wrong, just because we are bigger doesn’t make it right.
Happiness is a Sunbeam 