Mummy Needs Time Out: A Confession
It is 6:30 am. I have already been up for two and a half hours. My coffee is cold, I have vomit on my shoulder and there is jam all over the kitchen.
Little mister two is back in bed and protesting. It was his idea to be up so early and to wake me and the baby up and insist on breakfast… and now he can’t handle being awake, is overtired and stroppy and consequently has been put back in bed in the hope that he rests – or at least has some ‘time out’ (because raining kicks on mummy just because you are tired is not fun…)
I read somewhere that ‘time out’ in a disciplinary sense should be a minute for every year of your child’s age. This means that mister two should get two minutes to think about his actions although I am hoping he will fall asleep for a much-needed refresher nap…
So, in the two minutes he gets to test out my sleep theory (it’s quiet now – this is a good sign), here is my two cents worth:
Mummy wants time out too. I am 33. I should get 33 minutes in a fair world. (I haven’t been naughty but I want it all the same).
No, he is up again. That was five minutes.
Over and Outie.
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