This morning things took a rapid nose dive when I realised I had 10 minutes to get dressed and go to the doctor's appointment. So I flung on some kit and chucked baby in the car in his sleepsuit.
He crawled round the surgery floor collecting dust and whatever else unmentionable. Then we had to swoop by the car dealership to fix a problem with my car. Yet more floor polishing and grime collecting. All of this I did not notice......
Then, remembering we needed butter and I personally needed a caffeine shot, we went to town instead of straight home.
It is fairly acceptable at 9.15 am to be with a baby in a sleep suit. By 11 am with a baby in a filthy sleep suit it is not. As I sat in the cafe downing my morning wake-me-up, I noticed the legs of the sleep suit. O.M.G.!!!!!
I can't describe or count how many disapproving looks and "poor dear , having a bad day?" looks I had had thrown my way this morning. Especially when baby decided it was nap time, or maybe it wasn't, and yelled blue murder in the bank queue! Now I know why, it wasn't because I looked shabby or exhausted, or that he was yelling- it was that bambino looked like he had crawled out from under a compost heap!!!!
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