1999: Up at 5.30, mum got me my milk, but that’s about as far as it went. I played in my room for an hour when I decided enough was enough, and would let mum rest no more. I’ve woken up with two huge lumps on my leg and one on my arm. Mum has one too and says the gnats have been biting us which is a bit worrying because at this rate there won’t be much of me left to eat. When mum picked me up from Edons this evening she said I “whinged” and “whinged” for “dink” after “dink” and then for my pasta which ended up being served nearly cooked, but hot, because I refused to wait any longer. I was hungry and thirsty, how else is a child to express his basic needs? I refused to have a bath (well, I didn’t want one) and was eventually marched to bed at six, with milk and a story. I shortly fell asleep cuddling mummy.
2019: Last day of work before the weekend. As much as I want kids, I’m not sure about being greeted with the whinges after a long day! And I do wonder which on of us would strop more! If our child is as stubborn as me ….. Poor Zof. Mum has just tagged me on Facebook though with a film quote: Having a child gives you something to hold onto and love, no matter what. Don’t think she is quite so glad that I recommended the film though – Only the Brave – apparently she hasn’t stopped sobbing
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