One of those days where I want to draw a veil over the whole day and be done with it. One of those days where I think to myself; "What am I doing?! I must be mad to sign up to be a parent. I can't wait until he's 15 and out of the house on a Saturday." One of those days where I have to laugh, incident after incident, because otherwise I will lose the plot. One of those days where I have to remind myself; this is what I am given time for. One of those days I will desperately want back when he's 15, out of the house on a Saturday, away with friends and away from my side.
One of those days where it didn't take long to fix the problem and it didn't take long for him to avoid a nap and get himself wound up in more cheekiness.
