Wednesday, May 23, 2012

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Posted by dulwichmum on Thu 17 May 2007

I am sorry to whine, I do realise how very lucky I am, but this whole parenting thing is just so bloody hard (please excuse my bad language). The boy wonder is not pleased with me at all right now.

I do love sweet Max, but he does like to throw a jolly good tantrum. This morning he had a tantrum of complete ‘epic’ proportions. The darling wanted to come to work with me, and I could not allow this, my boss is so demanding at the moment.

I spent the entire day feeling sad and ‘prickly’ inside, as my baby boy likes to say. I really would have loved to have been able to bring the darling to work, he so loves to use the shredder. He usually wants nothing to do with me, and pays no attention to a word I say.

If I could personally thank the man who invented Chablis, I would kiss him warmly on each cheek. I was so very flat this evening when I returned from work that if I had been unable to find the corkscrew, I could have sucked the very cork from the bottle – such was my appetite for anaesthesia.

My mother has returned from Lourdes with tall tales of healings and miracles. Oh how she described the joy on the “cripples” faces at being immersed in the freezing holy waters…

“I am your mother” she insisted, “you are not listening to me. A mother is the most sacred of things to be – like The Blessed Virgin Mother, I BORE you, show some respect for the truth I am trying to share” -

“Yes mother, indeed, you bore me”, I replied, grrr…

I shall rot in hell. Brenda will see to that personally… I married a protestant and she will never let me forget it.

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