Boxing Ring

God I love this kid but she has driven me to the wine tonight. Teething tantrums (I know we are a stuck record) and crying most of the day - but that sort of crying where even she forgot why she started crying in the first place. It was like being in a boxing ring. It just seemed never-ending.

I'd planned so much too but in the end it was just survival, getting from one hour to the next without starting to cry myself.

I was productive on her nap though making some red lentil soup, a batch of chocolate muffins and some lemon sole fingers for her tea. Even managed a cheeky five minute nap myself before round two started.

I feel beaten and bruised tonight. She even cried when I put her to bed (she never does that any more). I stroked her hair and she pushed my hand away and shouted "No!!!" I just closed the door quietly and slunk downstairs. I'm done.

Right, where's that wine!?!!