How industrious. I'm working today, but have to go out later to buy a sewing kit, of all things, for my sister's birthday.
Feeling all racked with guilt today. DS has this INFURIATING habit of throwing his nearly full plate of dinner on the floor when he's had enough. I've tried various ways of stopping it, from making him clear up the mess to bribing him with a pudding if he 'eats nicely', etc. He'd stopped doing it, then last night did it again, while looking me right in the eye. I was standing near him, and just instinctively cuffed him across the back of his head. He was horrified. As was I. I've never hit him before.
I should have been more forgiving: it had been a tiring day. We'd been to a horrifically crowded soft play place, Mothercare (where he ran off and got lost, twice), and then Sainsburys, where he shouted loudly through every aisle and the only way to entertain him was to sing, so I forgot loads of stuff.
So, I was frazzled, and he was behaving badly. A volatile combination.