This is Daisy, blogging live from the Nutshell. just in case you were confused.
I know I am.
I don’t even know where to begin. The beginning is as good a place as any, but I might just start by pointing out that I am never going home.
The Fibro Majestic is my kind of place, and is the home of Nick, the original Nut’s youngest.
And I want to steal him.
He has many skills, but my most favourite is the firm but most special way in which he says:
He is reminding me of my babies and for the first time EVER I’m feeling a bit of the mummy guilt/baby missing feeling everyone else talks about.
Which I may or may not have believed up until this point is a big fat lie.
I can tell you now, it’s not a big fat lie.
Just turns out I’ve been immune to absentee Mummy guilt until faced with a 2 year old boy with whom I do not share DNA.
I’m mummy guilting bad.
But I’ll be fixing that later. With some wine and some dinner – and being so busy eating my food hot – I’m sure I’ll recover.
Do you suffer from Mummy Guilt when you get time away from the kids? Do you ever get time or away, or are you ready to just punch me right now?