This morning, for example, I was doing my best to get primped Operation MILF style before running some errands. I double-checked my watch, noted that we'd have to hurry to make it home to maintain the all-hallowed nap schedule and hurried up my efforts - and then the wee CEO abruptly marched into my bathroom with all the stern seriousness of a third-world dictator (with apologies for the highly technical iPhone photos - shamefully, I have yet to reach that blogging state in which I'm surgically attached to my DSLR):
|This is an excellent book if any of you are looking for an obsessed-with-transport toddler read, BTW.|
It's a small mother-son moment, but when I think of what I've learned to do over the past 1.5 years, particularly back in the newborn days - anyone else eat their meals half-asleep (read: out of your mind with exhaustion) with one hand while rocking a colicky baby with the other? - I'm Pretty impressed with us.
What's your latest feat of multitasking Smug Mummy strength?
PS - You may notice a trend here this week towards brief-ish posts (for once). You might suspect this is part of my naptime attempt to re-watch "Downton Abbey" before Season 2 premieres here in the US this Sunday yesyesyes. You would be right. xoxo, the Dowager Countess of Austinshire