Another shit start
To another shit day.
Another morning of no kisses and cuddles, just me getting up earlier and preparing the stick pot for their dinner. Then making him toast in bed, so he can take his tablets.
I really am not a natural carer;yes, it IS all about me!
On a side track. I will never understand the bond between parent and child. That's why I didn't have any.
And now I have to pad out 8 hours at work, when I have nothing to do. That's the Nhs for you.
And finally, the lastest revelation :the reason he washed the sheets was ha got marmalade over them, from the bloody toast I have to give him every morning!
Another crap day begins