Toddler wakes up, jumps on me, demands milk, off we trot downstairs. I'm getting her milk, the baby's still asleep. The toddler is playing in the living room or the hall. An average day in Mrs Mummy's life.
We head back upstairs, cuddle up under the duvet and watch Milkshake.
The phone rings.
It's 999. We called. Are we okay?
Yes. We're all fine. Must have been my daughter.
Is she okay? Can we speak to her? We need to check.
Er, she's two years old. She's fine.
What's she doing?
Drinking her milk and watching Fifi and the Flowertots. Honestly she's fine.
Why do I suddenly sound defensive? I know I let her off the occasional bath and yes ok I rarely brush her hair (choose your battles), she could probably eat a few less raisins, and maybe lately I've been a bit shouty. In public. Shit. That's it. That woman in the car park in Sainsbury's. She bloody reported me after I threatened to leave Eliza there if she wouldn't JUST GET IN THE CAR!
I'm a bad mother, terrible parent. Clearly they are about to arrive and take her away.
Oh right, we just have to check when we get a call. Sorry to bother you.
You're sorry to bother ME? Lord no, I'm SO SORRY. Goodness, sorry for wasting your time.
Must tell her the phone is not a toy.
Must be better parent.
Must not shout in Sainsbury's car park. Next time that woman bloody will report me I just know it.
ps: something odd happening to my template. Have no idea what that error message means, have stalked chat rooms to find out.
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