I got up early this morning, all fired up to get a couple of hours writing down before my darling son emerged. Being a conscientious mother I let him stay up until gone 11 last night, secure in the knowledge he wouldn't crawl from his room for, ooh, at least another eleven hours.
Or maybe not. Seven thirty he bounces into the garage where I have my computer (okay it's a converted garage!) red eyed and bushy tailed. Do I greet him with open arms and loving words?
'What are you doing up at this time?' I demand, seeing my plans for finishing Chapter 8 of my WIP gurgling down the drain. 'Go back to bed!'
Half an hour later, consumed with guilt and a rumbling stomach, I seek him out, only to discover he'd woken early because of a nightmare.
Ouch. Sometimes I just know I'm the worst mother in the world.
6 comments:
i'll see you that worst mother in the world and raise you one. my 2 year old son was crying for ages in bed last night and i ignored him, only to eventually discover he'd managed to get stuck between his bed and the wall and couldn't get out! whoops
Well, you'll know who I am so I'm not really Anonymous...am I? I'm "Glad to be Proved Right", that's me. Cos I just knew this blog would appear soon - even after the blog writer swearing she'd never write one! Ha!
hahahahaha anon - but we all knw who you are.........
OK, so I tried to get onto the blogger who couldn't find her way back to this bog. Bog is her word - not mine grin
Anyway, Sally's blogthing wouldn't accept my password so I'm leaving this here for her.
Haha, you girls are cracking me up!
Ah ha, I have become a blogger. Welcome to the shady world where all our deepest thoughts are out there. Scarey, huh.
Mags
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