So I decided I had better exercise the dog. He got unfortunately side tracked, while I escaped my miserable Monday yesterday. And I'm out all day tomorrow doing daughtery stuff with my mum.
The sun was out and I thought a nice peaceful stroll along to a local beauty spot with the baby was on order. Hahahahahahahahahaha
20 mins later and I'm still wrestling him into the halti!!! The stress and fury are over taking my body as a neighbour I don't know very well tries to make small talk!!. The playful pup is trying to escape me and play with the neighbours at the same time. The king of the nappies is merrily tipping orange squash over his lap. And I'm yelling "SIT" when my head is screaming ' GO AWAY!!'
As you can see we all made it to the beauty spot, halti attached. And if you happened to pass us on our sunny trip to the park, wouldn't you think we all looked idyllic. I shall reign victorious :)
The rest of the day followed suit. I don't know why I feel the need to endure the stress that is after school ballet every single Tuesday, but I do.
Maybe its the wanting my child to succeed in ways I haven't been able to. Maybe its the wanting them to experience everything life has to offer. Maybe its even a desire for them to have an active and healthy lifestyle. But probably It's that eternal illogical guilt you aquire seconds after giving birth, mixed up with a bit of being able to show off and do the "my child can......." convesation. That means we end up changing out of school uniform in the car every Tuesday.
But they are doing a professional production in a couple of months that's going to cost me a fortune on tickets and costumes, so it will all be worth it.
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