So today I went to my Mums & decided to go for a run while she watched the kids (I will do pretty much anything for an hour away from my children including running in the cold & wet).
A blissful 59 minutes, 53 seconds later I returned and caught sight of my reflection in the mirror.
A combination of breastmilk & sweat had left an emoji face on my torso.
Winning at life…..
Me: Summer, would you like to go to the beach for a walk?
Summer: no, the park. The park. THE PARK. THE PARK.
Ok. Yep. Got it kiddo. Park it is & jolly good fun was had by all (well, by her anyway)
We arrive home from the park.
Summer: BUT (sob). I (sob). WANT (sob). TO (sob). GO (sob). TO (sob). THE (sob). BEEEEEEEAAAAACCCCCHHHHH (wail). NOW (wail).
It really takes the romance (& enjoyment) out of having a sneaky Magnum when you have to stuff it in your face at breakneck speed because you’ve got a one year old trying to climb up you and a beady-eyed 3 year old (already eating a calippo) asking if she can ‘twy my lolly too?’
Frozen is on for the millionth time. This line cracks me up. (Every. Single. Time.)
Ana (to Christophe): ‘I want you to take me up the North Mountain’
Me: Snigger snigger snigger, dirty buggers.
This is my blog, The Unexpected Single Mum. It’s not really about being single. And it’s only a little bit about being a Single Mum. It’s mainly about being a Mum and sharing those moments of sheer hilarity/frustration/horror through a bit of light-hearted complaining, lots of sarcasm and a variety of expletives. (Mainly directed at my wonderful children).
But I can confirm no children were harmed in the making of this blog.