ok then KZ, let me shatter your image of me...
from a distance, without your specs on, today looked pretty damn perfect. Nature park playground this morning, picnic, followed by "the intermission" (when H goes to bed and T watches me do jobs then has a 30 min kip) followed by Tescos and a trip to the local playground, and then home for tea.
Put your specs on, and turn your hearing aid up and what you actually get is:
on arrival at morning venue = "Mummy I'm cold, Mummy I'm tired, Mummy I don't want cheese sandwiches, No Toby that's MY pot of strawberries/ham/Babybel/cake" etc.
a skant 40 minutes into H's sleep = wind blows photos off my bedroom windowsill waking him up - > cue whingebag in front of telly for an hour while i finish making Toby's food (no not Annabel Karmel, more like dogs dinner but it will do)
in Tescos = "I want a drink, I want a magazine, I want an apple, I WANT A BIRTHDAY CARD!!!!!" WTF???
on arrival at local playground - ignores all swings, slides, football, whinges whinges whinges, takes off out of gate, gets warned, takes off again, gets a smacked bum in front of three very genteel families playing cricket in the sun, who all see me beat and shout at my child, who then screams at me "don't hurt me Mummy".
SO instead of the blissful day in the sunshine full of perfect child activities and well earned adulation of mum who is desparately trying to be the best mum she can, we have had a trying, contrary, tear studded day, a smacked arse, and lots of shouting.