A sometimes awful truth


Some days just seem to be bad days just because I wake up a little more tired than usual, and so does Amelia and all day our moods feed off each other and it escalates until bedtime when everyone falls into a heap. This is a scan I made from a very old book of nursery rhymes because I thought it looked like us walking around the Botanical Gardens today (except I managed not to show my underpants despite the strong breeze). Amelia tripped three times and grazed her knees and palms badly with each fall and with each fall she got understandably more and more miserable and therefore more and more tiresome. Anyway, I won’t bore you with the details of the rest of our day except I am proud to say I pretty much kept my temper but oh-boy was it tested. Anyway. There was an opinion piece in today’s Age (here if they have archived it) that I thought I might point out to you if you are a parent of a toddler because it’s one of those “you ain’t alone” pieces that makes you feel a bit better from time to time.