For those who have been with us for a while, you’ll know that we live under the flight path for Sydney airport. It’s easy to tell that it’s gone 6am when the heavy international flights start to land. While everyone else in my suburb enjoyed the reprieve until 7am today {as they seemed not to use the north south until then} I missed the noise.

How on earth could I miss that noise you ask?

Well, Love Bug wanted to get up and go outside. At 5:20am. In winter. In the rain. So {unreasonable mumma that I am} I said no. Apparently that was the wrong thing to say. Because from then until approximately 8am was Melt Down Time. Unfortunately for me, this doesn’t coincide with Wine Time because, well, I’m not that desperate … yet.

I hid under my blankets, trying to bury myself under puppy protection. I begged for the planes to start flying again so there was at least some competition for the noise.

Nothing I said or did was what she wanted to hear. Nothing she whinged or screamed was what I wanted to hear. Then, around 8am the world magically tilted again and delightful Love Bug came back. Just in time for mumma’s headache to really kick up a notch or two.

Parenting a preschooler.

It is not all Care Bears and rainbows.