morning guilt

Every morning i wake up with a sense of renewed 'motherness'. I promise myself that this will be the day when everything will run smoothly. I promise myseld i will not scream and shout over the small things - breakfast down the school uniform, lost shoes, puppy poo just as we are about to walk out of the door etcc........  and if i am honest i generally last ten minutes.

Then the inevitably every day fight begins........... No1 sone refuses to put on his uniform for school. this is an everyday occurance and every day i tell him the same thing - that all his friends are putting on their uniform and if he doesnt hurry he will be going to school in his spiderman pj's which never has the desired affect as he loves his pj's!!!!!!!!

Then diva daughter starts, - don't brush my hair, not that top mummy, I can make my own breakfast etc..... quick reality check you are two, I am thirty five!!! I am the adult, you are the child. I tell you what to do not the other way round!!     and so it continues..............................

Finally , with everything done and one child dropped to school , the other ensconsed in front of Peppa Pig - yes I use the tele as a baby sitter somethimes, just one more thing to be guilty about.  I have time to recollect and think about the morning madness, drip, drip, drip the tap of guilt begins...... Did I have to be so harsh about the uniform, was it such a big deal that she wanted to wear a pink top with those green trousers. am i stifling her independence by making her cereal.  

Oh well there is always tomorrow!! I will be super mum one of these days xx