So apologies, this is a cut and paste from another thread I chat on just to save me typing out again:
I'm in a state of
So, being the mother of the year that you all know I am I put DD to bed and proceeded to make her a small wedge of cheese out of cotton wool and felt. You know, because she got this nice new mousey toy for being Claudia Schiffer for the day (DD did a photoshoot today as a favour for a friend starting up a business) which is similar to a little rabbit she has.
Except the rabbit has a little carrot in it's pocket in case it gets hungry. DD likes to take it out and feed it to the rabbit.
The mousey also has pockets, but nothing to eat. So DD decides Mousey needs a piece of cheese and as I feel a bit bad about putting her through all that photography this morning I thought I will make her a tiny piece of cheese.
So I lovingly sew a piece of yellow felt stuffed with cotton wool and I think, I know, I'll sneak into her room and put it in mousey's pocket and it will be there when she wakes up and I will be mother of the year etc etc.
So I go up and she's all scrupled in her duvet. I can't see mousey so I gently try and roll her...
WTF is that up the back of her pj's???
I'm thinking, how on earth did she get hold of my red felt covered hot water bottle???
But NO ladies....
What it actually is, right, is the little cute bag she was also given today, into which she has stuffed both Mousey and Rabbit to keep them warm....
But as I try to pull the bag from her sleepy back it becomes clear the handles are over her head, around her neck, twisted twice and hence the bag bit is up her back.
The handles are so short I couldn't put them over my head.
She was hot, sweaty but completely unaware of the state she was in. Fast asleep.
I woke and her got her untangled and she just burst into tears because she thought she was in trouble for getting out of bed and getting the bag off her drawers.
My heart was racing so much I just didn't know what to say to her. I just though, fucking hell, of all the days to make a triangle of cheese out of felt and then sneak upstairs to put it into a toy mouses pocket, I do it today.
And thank FUCK I did.
OMG, I'm still shaking thinking about it.
I just never would have imagined leaving something as benign as a little hand stitched cloth bag designed for little girls around could be so frickin' hazardous.
I'm now officially going to become a paranoid mum.
You heard it here first.
You think I should post this on a thread as a warning to other mamas and papas, or am I having an over reaction to my PFB being in mortal frickin' peril at the hands of some middle class frippery for children??????