You know the mum I referring to!
That's me today.
I'm not proud of it.
I don't like myself like this.
But I'm tired. I'm tiiiirreedddd.
Woken by a Furby at 2am - not funny!
Woken by Mike at 5am - "I'm stressing about work so I'm going in, I wanted you to know". Hello! Note!
Woken by birds at 6am - annoying birds. I should have known then I was going to be a moody mare; I love the sound of bird song normally, but not today.
Ok so maybe it's not all tiredness, maybe I'm just hormonal or something; but don't you dare suggest it! Your best self preservation technique is to ply me with chocolate.
Or as Rachel knows, a hug, that always helps. Unless we're in a rush in which case "not now Rachel". Oh no, I really am not fit for motherhood today, where's the darkened room?
And typical of all typicals; it's sports day. Go Rachel go Rachel. I CAN do it, I CAN!