Today, I am the struggling, tired, shouting, oven fooding, shop going only, don’t want to do a thing parent.
And that’s okay. Because there’s always tomorrow. And my children love me. They can’t read my mind and their love is much greater than any other emotion they know (most of the time). They forgive easily. And they will always remember the hugs and tickles and special film with duvet days.
This isn’t every day. This is just today.Read More