A not so festive time….
An open apology to my children
It’s Christmas Eve’s eve and today the three of us survived Tesco, just about. This was not how the morning was supposed to go but the crafty plans of cake decorating soon fell short when I realised that the icing for the cake had gone hard. Completely my fault – sorry babies.
Off we trekked and we knew it was going to be a bad one when we had to wait for 10 mins for a parent and child space with you Henry – my car hating child – screaming in the back all the while, only to see that the woman who finally came out had no child with her. But it’s OK…..she had a sore toe (don’t even get me started on that one!) Finally parked we managed to all load onto the pram and in we went.
Oh. My. Days. It seems that the Christmas spirit is alive everywhere except supermarkets on Christmas week as we were shoved and knocked every few minutes. It wasn’t pretty, she was crying, he was crying – I was almost crying for goodness sake. It was a snot fest in the aisles!
So sorry babies that I did not remember to check the icing before today, and sorry that we had to brave the shops. Alas though we’re back home in the warm and refusing to go anywhere. You were both so exhausted by the experience that you’re now sleeping. 5 minutes peace you wake up…….do you reckon I could fit in wine??
DISCLAIMER- no Darcie’s were actually upset during this trip….the tears were mainly because mummy had the audacity to pick up the WRONG chocolate coins. Bad mummy!! It seems all gold covered chocolate coins are not in fact created equal….who knew?!?
EDIT: no I couldn’t not even a brew as the peace was shattered by a DPD driver pounding the door and waking the baby. Made worse by the fact the package wasn’t even for us.
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