Toddlers are great.
They are fun.
They are humourous.
They are cute.
They are so delicious some days you want to eat them on toast.
But they whinge. Oh my DOG the whingeing. It may very well be end of this mumma. Ermagherd. It’s like nails dragging down a chalk board. Times 84,000. And no, I am not even exaggerating one little bit. It is the worst. Actually, it’s beyond. Just use your big girl words for the love of all things good. Don’t whine at me. And don’t whinge when I say no. I’m the mumma, and I said so. That’s why!
Whingeing is torture. Utter, revolting, toddler-induced torture.
Day 7 of my cleanse. I do not need whingeing in my life. Oh no I don’t.
Luckily there are a lot more moments like the one below.
Taking her pyjamas off? Doing yoga? Or multitasking? Very funny whatever it was.