Some days are tough; my toddler is teething and trying to exert his independence all in the same week. He ran riot and playgroup and ran rings round me at home. He threw himself on the floor when I said no and constantly tried to escape my grasp to get to places he shouldn’t be. He tried to go without his afternoon nap eventually succumbing only to wake up rebellious once more. He cried real tears and crocodile tears.
Some days are exhausting from start to finish.
Some days I feel like I’m doing everything wrong.
Some days aren’t perfect but even a day like today can end with a perfect moment.
|There is a boy who stole my heart.|