Evening all. Dewin, I was
at your Carol Vordemon act. Good that your student told you about it.
I'm feeling a bit deflated after picking up S from nursery. Had a crap day all round anyway, and when I picked him up I told the woman in charge of his room that we were going to try potty training this weekend. I got a
face and she told me I was going to be disappointed. They always put him on the potty at nappy changing time but he's never had a wee yet. So apparently he doesn't know what it's for. I told her that he'd been talking a lot about wearing big boy pants and telling us when he's going to have a poo etc, and she said, oh I'm surprised.
She might be absolutely right and we're not stressing about cracking potty training this weekend. If it doesn't seem to be happening we'll go back to nappies quite happily. She then went onto talking about what a daddy's boy S is (very true) and how unusual it was for boys, because mummy is normally the favourite etc. All true maybe, but I came away feeling like she thought I was a crap mum and that she knew my son better than me.
I'm being completely over-sensitive obviously, but still I feel a bit rubbish. DH has had to work late because of a complete nightmare at work and we were so looking forward to getting home sharp tonight, putting S to bed and enjoying a well earned glass of
. Meh.
Abdn, I hope you had a lovely few days with the boys!