I've had probably one of the worst weeks of my life (which I won't go into), but I am thoroughly miserable, anxious and really struggling.
However, my 3yo just called me into the bathroom to tell me that he'd got a bit of poo on his undies. I didn't quite hear what he said, and asked 'aw, did you say you got poo on your undies?' To which he replied 'yes, but it's, like, invisible poo!'
On further inspection I discovered that it was a very faded skiddy Mark. And for the first time in days, I really laughed, and remembered why I really adore this parenting malarkey which can sometimes almost send me over the edge. 