Monday, January 11

Twanging the heart strings

In the final frantic minutes before the school run starts, at least five minutes after we should have left the house, I finally lose my temper.

The smallest bean, who is prone to following flights of fancy and whimsy rather than the task in hand, is not yet dressed.

This is a repetitive irritation and I point it out, once or twice.

Predictably he dissolves into tears and it takes even longer to get out of the house.

Later, when all is calm again, a small voice says "But Mummy, I thought we would be friends forever."

Honestly. What is a mother to do?

1 comment:

alice c said...

The bad news is that teenagers are worse. The good news is that you have developed devious strategies for dealing with the issue by then.