I ugly cried before 6am - that's a record.
You know what I'm talking about, face scrunched up like a pug, tears dripping on the floor and snot running into your mouth. It was beautiful, beautiful I tell you!
I had plans, plans made from a fortunate error. It's a long weekend and I had overlooked this in organising the Squishy's care. This meant I had the opportunity to have a day off, for me, no baby, no husband, just me.
I dreamt of doing long put off chores that can't be done with a toddler under foot (trying to pull my pants down); blogging at a slow and enjoyable pace (rather than at a screaming pace during nap time); having a long hot bath with my Women's Weekly (without a toddler trying to get in or throwing his toys in the water); giving myself a pedicure (without a toddler stealing my pumice and sucking on it); and watering my garden (without a toddler trying to commit suicide in a garden trench). I had dreams people!
My biggest dream was a nap. Just a little nap. To catch up on the 5am starts that are KILLING ME!
Apparently, I had a little too much invested in this idea because when my husband came in the room at 5.30am and said his car had broken down and he needed to take mine, this is what happened:
It was at this point I realised I really did need a break. This is not the reaction of a calm, in control mother.
My sister came to my rescue and lent me her car to get the Squishy to care. Back home by 9.30am I am now sitting at my computer, overlooking my backyard, listening to music and getting the day I need, even if I do have an ugly cry hangover.
So today, I am doing exactly what I want and I'm going to do it without guilt because I need it and a sane rested mother who smiles, is much more attractive than one who ugly crys like a pug.
Excuse me while I remove my bra, the girls will be roaming free today :-)