Last night we realised that we were running out of many fresh food items and needed to brave the shops, which we have been avoiding pretty successfully thanks to friends dropping off bread and milk on the doorstep when they have been shopping.
In order for me to go shopping Daddy needed to be able to look after the boys while working, a situation so many of us currently face. What makes this more challenging is that Daddy has dyspraxia. This means he can’t concentrate on too much going on. We decided the boys would be allowed on their tablets for the time I was out to help Daddy.
Shopping was a long job! I queued to get into two different supermarkets, after the first didn’t have pasta that Quack will eat. It took a long time but once in the shopping wasn’t too bad. As I left the second supermarket a message came through from Daddy asking when I would be back. He had a conference call with his full team now!
Daddy was relieved to see me and I was pretty quickly assured (after his call ended) that the serenity that appeared to be standard was not the case for most of the time I was out.
The rest of the day was a mixed bag. We had some good number work and spelling time. But lots of frustration and screaming that I am the worst mummy in the world too.
Searching for Rainbows 