As I’m sat cuddling my dear Robot to sleep I am thinking about the day I’ve had and the struggles that have ensued. It’s been a day I don’t want to particularly remember that much either. They are few and far between but you know what? It’s always when I’m tired.
Tonight I’ll go to bed normal time, basically early, and I’ll sleep all night and wake up refreshed. I’ll forget about today and how bloody hard it’s been.
Thinking about it though he’s not been anymore difficult, it’s just my patience has been thin. The slightest thing pushed me over the edge. I’ve sworn, yes at him, well his yoghurt, I’ve cried and shut myself away. I’m tired.
I’m not even sure why I’m writing this post either. I don’t normally document the bad days. As I’m sat here cuddling my sleeping baby I sort of feel it’s an apology. A moment to reconnect with him and, a moment of reflection.
We’re a good little team me and him. We make it through each and every day, it’s fun and we go on adventures. I love our adventures. We’re good at adventures.
I know I’m a good Mum but it’s days of hell like today that make me second guess it. That’s being a parent though isn’t it? Never feeling good enough. We can always do better can’t we?
For who though? I know for one thing, my little man adores me. He cares, he show compassion, he holds my hand, he walks by my side, he hugs, he kisses, he shares.. He’s bloody amazing.
So, yes I might have had a rubbish day today, I know I’ll forget it tomorrow. I know the Robot already has forgotten it. Let’s move on, take a bow and start again tomorrow.