I was dreading Wednesday this week, to the point I totally freaked out on Tuesday night thinking about it – we’re talking tears, I’m not good enough’s, I’m a bad mother’s – the works. All because I was being forced to endure the thing I feared the most – a day on my own with the children.
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This time last year |
I used to be fine on these days. We would play, go for walks, learn and have a lovely time together. Then PND hit and it went south. Nowadays I avoid them like the plague. However all friends were busy, my mum was away and my in-laws had already had the children Monday and Tuesday for me and I don’t like to push them too much.
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Our leaf collection |
To some these days are normal, as they were at one stage for me. But lately they are a rare delight. A day when I have the energy to get the children dressed, get them outside and enjoy them.