My ongoing confessions to a not so perfect life:


I finished work early last week ... and I went shopping. On. My. Own!
Yep, instead of heading straight home to see the boys like I usually do, I decided to be selfish and call in to the local complex for a browse.
This was motivated in part by the disastrous outcome of finishing early and racing home the week before - the one where the boys sat at my feet and screamed and carried on because they hadn't napped and mummy was home to torture.


I was that mum with the screaming toddler trailing after her at the park over the weekend... E had an epic meltdown and wouldn't come with me while I tried to remove him from the scene so I did what I remember my mother doing to me and walked off and of course he chased me down screaming (told you I was becoming my mother).