As regular as clockwork the Minx starts a new cold three to four days after attending nursery. Today’s cold has been particularly nasty, resulting in early rising, lots of crying and general grumpiness, punctuated by the most astonishing amount of sneezing.
I feel terrible seeing my poor little girl so sad and know that tomorrow we’re going to have to spend the day miserably at home instead of going to the Anna Piaggi exhibit at the V&A as planned. I just wish it didn’t feel so much like retribution for sending her to nursery in the first place.
Oh I feel like this almost constantly. Finley has been going to nursery since September and the guilt just won’t go away. Why do we beat ourselves up so about trying to create a life for ourselves?
It’s maternal torture…
aww i can remember when my son was this cute !