Oscar was HORRIBLE yesterday. A total whiney tantrummy naughty boy. I've been expecting this incarnation but it was still unpleasant. Pushed Rob to the absolute limit.
Oz was sent home from Nursery on Friday - he's got a really nasty cold and his temperature was 39.8 - Doc saw him - gave him 15ml of paracetamol and prescribed a ventolin asthma inhaler to open up his lungs. Oz won't use it though we've tried everything - any tips gratefully received.
So he wasn't himself really this weekend - combination of being poorly, I think he might be cutting a back molar, and his brother. It was the first time he'd spent 2 consecutive full days at home without being at nursery.
But in between throwing milk all over the furniture, trying to break Toby's swing, refusing to eat, having a tantrum over juice....he was quite lovely. He played happily with his playdoh for an hour. But it was exhausting. And I feel like the worst mummy in the world but I was really glad he's at nursery today!
2 comments:
Oh the guilt Sal. It's wonderful aint tit? To actually look forward to your toddler going to nursery so you can get away from them, that eats me up.
Hey, your in week one, give yourself a huge break!!! Love yer x
I've been there and it aint pretty is it?? Good thing is - it doesn't last. Nursery sounds like a good idea though and you shouldn't feel guilty for it - gives you some breathing and bonding space. x
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