Motherhood: The struggle is real.
‘Mummy?’ ‘MUMMY!’ I look at the clock, 06:45 am - absolutely exhausted I sleepily walk towards Arthur's room where he is waiting for me. ' PLAY MUMMY' There is not a chance I am playing anything at this time of morning the way I feel. Arthur comes into bed with me, TV switched on and Postman Pat plays quietly while I close my eyes. Not that I didn't get much sleep the night before, but I just do not have any energy, every movement just feels like too much effort. Eventually we go downstairs for breakfast - which he insists on helping me make, even though I would much rather get breakfast made and on the table with no interruptions I decide that there was no harm in him helping me. I sigh as I look at the dirty plates, mugs and cutlery in the sink that I had no interest in doing the night before and decided it was tomorrows job - did I regret that decision now.. yep! Once Arthur helps me with breakfast causing plenty of spillages because he insists he can do everything...