The other day was one of those, my toddler was being a near
2 year old, and my baby just would not sleep.
By midday I was at breaking point and after the bottom pats trying to
get my baby to sleep clocked up to over 500 I lost it. I walked outside, sat on the step, covered my
face, and burst into tears.
I was totally immersed in my feelings of hopelessness until
I felt two chubby little hands grab mine and pull them away. I looked up to see the very confused face of
my toddler staring at me.
Very matter of factly he announced ‘No mummy’, then threw
his arms wide and said ‘cuddle’.
And with that, we all got through another day.
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