that I really can’t keep going and going and going and going. Because I’ll end up in tears sitting on the step stool in the kitchen with my son sobbing as well as Daddy walks in the door from work.
And then I’ll need to take a taxi the next day for school pick up and to get Adam home.
And I’ll get nothing accomplished during my Adam free time except eating too much chocolate, drinking too much coffee and reading MN (you can never read too much MN).
No more long wanders through City Centre on days that I am picking up and dropping off Adam from school/day care. I probably walked 10 miles yesterday between the school run and shopping.
And I paid for it last night and I’m paying for it today.
So instead of working on the new website or folding the laundry or uploading stuff to Mumsnet Belfast I’m sitting here.
Eating too much chocolate and drinking too much coffee.
And the taxi back to school is booked.