It’s not my kids fault (obviously)
But she was flower girl today at dh aunts wedding.
She’s two. Everything from putting her dress on, to getting her to behave in church/speeches/meal has been a battle, now it’s bedtime, so I’m sat in a caravan (the reception is on a caravan site... which is different) watching soaps on the worlds tiniest tv alone l, as dh is off partying with his family.
I used to love wedding pre-kid. Now, not so much ☹️